They say people come back to you
They come back to you eventually
when they lose everything
Is that why you came back to me?
Have you lost everything?
Remember when u told me even you wouldn't trust what you say yourself completely?
Or are you back at your games again?
Some nights I stare at your photograph on my phone
I stare at it like it is a piece of art
Like I am about to draw you for my next assignment
I concentrate on every detail of your face
The cheeks that are still chubby
And the bones that are not strong looking , even though you are grown now
Your cheeks are pink
Wind swept hair
A stuble that should be there
The circles around your eyes
They scare me
They make me wonder if you have been spending your time with someone else more interesting
I take time to read your face like that's the first time I have seen the picture
I stare and brood
Until I start feeling some sort of wilful anger
You look like a child to me
A child who has forgotten the bittersweet past and has wilfully come for another round of fun and games
Flashbacks tease me
I grind my teeth together when I realise I should be hating you for what you did
And I grind my teeth as swipe away your picture
But I make sure I don't delete it
I need it to be my reminder
A reminder that keeps me up at night when I shouldn't be sleeping so much
A reminder that tells me I should work hard and that I deserve better because i was once treated badly
A reminder that revives the angst in me.
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My Poetry is You
PoésieThis is a collection of free-verse poems that I am currently writing on the people I have met and have yet to meet in life and about the humane feelings and psychology. This miscellany of writing will slowly cover almost all aspects of life that I...
