i am confident that i'm over you. i know that i am. i'm so over you that some mornings i wake up with a smile on my face and my hands pressed together thanking the universe for finally pulling you out of me. thank god, i cry. thank god you left. i would not be the empire i am today if you had stayed.
but then
there are some nights i imagine what i would do if you showed up. how if you walked into the room this very second every awful thing you've ever done would be tossed out of the closest window and all the love would rise up again. it would pour through my eyes as if it never really left in the first place. it'll be as if it's been practicing how to stay silent for so long only so it could be this loud on your arrival. can someone please explain that? how even when the love leaves, it doesn't. how even when i am so past you, i am helplessly brought back to you.
YOU ARE READING
you promised forever // poetry
Poetry'i risked my life to get you this rose. now all i need to know is if you care enough to let it die or let it grow' a book of my poems/rants :) **lowercase is intended**
