you walked away.
i wasted a world of happiness
underneath
your arms.
you came
to my house
last night,
your hands in your pockets,
your feet shuffling.
i told you
"go away.
i never want to see you
again."
a lie.
you sighed.
you told me
you were sorry
for not realizing sooner
you were hurting me.
i turned away.
we both wanted
to reach out
and touch each other's skin
or glimpse
a kiss.
but you walked away;
i closed the door.
that night
i pretended you were erased
from my mind,
even though
your watercolor
seeped through my canvas
and spilled from my lips;
i felt an eternity of confusion
and misconception
and hurt
in my lungs.
my oxygen
was a whisper of
the soul, the blood
slowly leaving
my tired
body.
my ribs felt crushed.
my eyes felt glued shut.
and at once,
i knew,
that you were truly
gone.
—lana
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A Girl Grows
Poetry❝ only the moon remembers her now. ❞ the journey of a growing girl, manifested in the words of a book. copyright all rights reserved. may have references/details to mature themes. recommended age; 13 or older. may be triggering. reader discretio...
