When will the time come
When you no longer litter my mind?
When will the thoughts stop intruding
Lingering, wishing to be prioritized?
When will I realize that your lips
And my eyes were never meant to be
Together.
When will time heal my wounds?
You're like a sore, a scab that won't scar
No matter how much I pick, pick pick...
When does it stop hurting?
When I see you kiss her?... no
When I remember your warmth?... no
When I can stop thinking of the way your lips stung my skin? Maybe...
But for now, you're just another
Thought in my mind.
YOU ARE READING
What it's like to Wander
PoetrySad whimsy and poetry, maybe flickering embers of love.
