I didn't love you.
I loved the thought of you and me.
I could sit here and tell you the story.
Over and over again.
I could sit here and tell you how you were my world not just my friend.
But it would just be a waste,
it would be another stitch in the seam of my reckless love life.
And you'd laugh at the little progression that created the love I had for you.
Or so I thought I had for you.
But now With tears streaming down my face I plead not to think of you anymore.
Not to think about your soft strong hands caressing my body like no other has done before.
Safe.
And I beg to forget how being with you made me feel like I needed absolutely nothing else in the world.
Loved.
I try to drown my sorrows with a bottle in one hand and a chaser in the other, but the liquor never seems to get rid of the taste of you. Broken.
I thought you were worth it, the connection was there we knew it?We know it fuck we know it.
How do you just let that go?
Worthless.
months of my life washed down the drain with nothing else to say other then
I tried . And I'm tired.
Done.
I tried and I'm tired now I have to Be done.
Surrender.
The torch no longer belongs to me.
It belongs to a body that can no longer see,
The love in you but the hate in me and how god damn perfect we could be.
Pass it.
The torch no longer belongs to me, but instead it belongs to the hate in You that was too hurt to see, all of the love I have inside of me.
Gone.
I tried to stay I promise I did, but remembering you everyday I just couldn't fucking do it.
I hope you remember how good it could have been, to kiss you one more time.
God I fucking wish.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoetryThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
