Why the fuck must I think of you?
That dumb ass smile.
Those fucking eyes.
That God damn body.
Why does your smell run through my nose when I think of you?
Why must I stay up in bed thinking of the moments when you were in my sheets.
Why am I over here checking your socials just to see what's new.
But what's worse is I check my own to see if you do the same for me.
You don't. I get that.
What I don't get is why I can't let you go.
Why must I hold on to the memories of the laughs we shared, the touching hands ever so lightly, & even the time we locked eyes & I almost told you that I love you.
I'm glad I didn't, because if I were to admit that I don't think I would get over this any easier.
But what if I did say it?
Would it have made you stayed longer...?
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
