i try to ease my mind by picking up my pencil and pressing it to paper, smudging lines and trying to remember. it's been so long now. i try to trace the lines of your sharp jaw and strong shoulders, always falling short, however. filling these papers with pencil scratches of my memories of you has become a habit I can't seem to break, labeling each piece as some other form of my heart. i'm trying so hard not to forget you, can't you tell? if i forget you, i would be forgetting a piece of myself. i'm desperately trying to keep myself whole, keep myself taped together as much as i can. without you in my heart i feel as empty as a dandelion looks after all its pods have been blown off. so I continue my ritual of scratching on my pieces of paper, sketching out your figure by pure remembrance. and while drawing has never been my strong suit, I find solace in the shadows of what you once were.
YOU ARE READING
letters to the one who broke me
Poesíaheartbreak is different for everyone. this will follow my journey through the eyes of unrequited love that may have not been so unrequited at one point, and how I've grown through the broken pieces of myself.
