Rodriguez or Rivera?
Can't remember, tell me again.
We fell in love en la primavera.
Sweet wind and summer promises.
Broken by our vindictive sins.
Every deep cutting memory slowly fading.
People apologize for my loss,
But I need to hear it from you.
You took three fourths of my heart,
Left me out of the fucking blue.
The death of a loved one is nothing compared to you.
You weren't a fucking 'loved one' when half of me was you.
These days I'm swimming in relationships,
None of which are mine.
Taken people trying to love me,
I try to keep them out my mind.
They can have their fun,
be wild for the day.
They go home to lovers,
Alone is where I stay.
People write songs about breakups
But who writes about death?
I never thought I would feel this pain.
I should've been there for your last breath.
YOU ARE READING
Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
