11/10 poetry

pause, play

pause, play

your voice is on repeat

over and over again in my mind,

pause it, play

pause it, play,

filling me with those tiring thoughts

of how much you actually cared.

I miss hearing you talk about

how much you loved me,

even if I never had the guts to say

I loved you too, without a doubt.

and now you're gone,

what can we do but be mere pawns

in this sickening game of love and loss?

don't talk about wanting to avoid the cost;

what you break, you buy.

I know you're looking for a savior

in this secular age,

but I only long for someone who can sedate

my heart in its cage.

yours words are on repeat

over and over again in my mind,

pause it, play,

pause it, play,

filling me with those fearsome thoughts

of how dearly you needed me.

I miss hearing you talk about 

how you wanted me,

even if I never was confident enough to say

I wanted you too, without a doubt.

what you break, you buy.