it will be spontaneous,
and i will be shedding tears.
my time was nothing without you.
space was more than i could handle.
i made a mistake.
i
made
a
mistake.
and he will hold me in his tender arms,
say the words,
my dear,
it has been a journey for us both.
time has strengthened me,
he will say.
it had brought my glasses to the floor,
stomped on them, and
forced me to learn how to read
without them.
just like you did.
when you brought my heart to its knees and
let it bleed.
tell me,
was it the emptiness calling your name,
but instead of reaching for an empty pillow,
you wanted
me.
or was it the afternoon infatuation.
when your soul trembled to be touched, and
would not settle
for your own
fingertips.
or was it when you couldn't find the words,
the phrases,
of the sweet nothings you've said to me
once before.
when you couldn't write anymore.
when was it?
my dear,
i am better now without your
indecisive ways of
loving me.
he says straight into my eyes.
and that will be the point where he lets go of
me,
placing his saccharine lips on my forehead,
and wishes me goodbye.
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a blooming heartache
PoetryA collection of poems that have shifted my heart, my mind, and my body to accept and live in different circumstances that the universe has put in my path. I wrote these for myself, but soon found out that other people could find salvation in them to...
