I am so sick and tired of missing you
Do you know how it feels
Do you?
To hold on to remnants of you
To forget the small things
The way all your text messages are in lower case letters
The way you insult and make fun of me
Right before you tell me I'm beautiful
The way it used to baffle you
How I was the first of few
To really make you feel something
To really make you see
And allow you to be the king I made you to be.
I am sick and tired of trying to remember
Whether you wake up at nine in the morning,
Or do you just stay up till then and stay up to say good morning to me before falling asleep.
I'm tired of trying to remember
Which nicknames of mine you love the most
Tired of trying to remember which jokes make you laugh the hardest
Which phrases make you smile the longest
I'm tired of waking up and only being in love with the part of you that I fell in love with a long time ago.
The part of you that resides in our memories
In between our silent
Beautifully subtle "I Love You's"
In between the way you called me your idiot
But the way I always felt like a genius,
For managing to make you fall for an idiot like me
I'm tired of trying to remember the exact ways you loved me.
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The Thing About Poets
Romance"It is simple, I am not abundantly brilliant I am simply brilliant, there is quite a difference." A poetry collection about the everyday thoughts, emotions, random and deliberate occurences of an average poet. The kind of poetry collection where y...
