now that i've heard my name on the edge of your lips, now that i've seen the different shades of blue your eyes can turn- from lake water in summer to pieces of shattered september sky-
now that i've felt the way your initials feel, now that i've screamed your name at the top of my lungs and smiled and smiled and fucking smiled-
now that i have seen how you look in the snow-
now that i've died
over
and over
again
with the truth of your beautiful existence hanging from my teeth-
now
love
i can say i miss you.
YOU ARE READING
One Side Whispers.
PoetryA book of poetry for lonely nights, the smell of cement, the way your smile looks after it's rained, and the pure paralysis of knowing you.