What did I really mean to you?
I know what I mean to myself,
I know what I mean to their world.
But, what did I mean to you?
Did I really mean anything at all?
Or was I just another name on a long and meaningless list?
Just another conquest of yours?
You never gave importance to me when I pleaded for it, yearned for it, starved for it.
Those days I cried a hurricane on to my bitter skin.
Those days my blood turned cold,
and froze my heart overnight vowing to never love you again.
Only to be thawed to life the next day when I met your eyes.
But loving you was suicide, and I knew that very well,
But, I carried on anyways.
But, when I saw those photos and heard the news.
My blood froze, my heart an icicle now, that had been smashed and melted in the cracks of the floor.
I'm cold now.
When I pack everything and I am about to leave,
You grab my wrist,
You look into my eyes.
Now I see that I do mean something to you.
Though, clearly not enough for you to mean anything to me anymore.
So I left.
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
