Maybe...
Maybe it was the day you left.
I lost myself.
No longer wanting to remember
The way we danced
Into the night,
Our hearts acting as one
Our hands held tight.
Maybe that's why tonight
The rain felt colder against my skin
Maybe that's why my feelings
Feel numbed by the memory
I thought you belonged in.
I don't know...Maybe I'm crazy
For believing you loved me...
The way I loved you.
Maybe I'm stupid for hoping...
You would be mine.
And I would be yours.
Maybe I just miss the way
My sheets contoured your body
And the way your hair fell
Gracefully against your face
The way your embrace
The warmth of its presence.
Your scent...
Sticks to my senses like an
Invisible mist.
Now I know I must move on
But..
I can still hear your voice..
So clearly as if it weren't all a dream.
Everyone I close my eyes.
I can still see you...
Even if it's for a second.
Maybe...
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try