I miss it.
The playful nudges,
The conversations late into the night,
The hugs from behind.
How we used to laugh,
Over nothing at all,
Just the gift of your presence,
Was always enough.
One night you told me,
You'd always be there,
Whatever choices I made,
Whoever I became.
You'd always remain,
My constant guide,
Ready to comfort,
Whenever I'd cried.
But that was years ago,
Before everything,
The fights,
The baggage.
I still blame myself,
I was clingy,
Obsessive,
And needy.
Or is that just what you made me think?
Even now I can't tell,
What is real and what's not.
The difference between,
What you told me and what really happened.
Don't know why I think of it now.
Don't know why it keeps hitting me.
Don't know why I still care.
Don't know why you're not here.
But that's all alright,
No big deal at all.
The worst part is,
I don't love you.
But I want to.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
