the thought of you
grows lumps in my throat
and causes my heart to sting
my body, grows numb
you make me feel more than anyone
maybe your purpose was to remind me
that I'm still living
that i am still feeling
breathing
but the truth is
i don't want to be in a world
where you look at her
the way i look at you
and you kiss her softly
and i am crying
i do not want to live
in a world like that at all
YOU ARE READING
bitter sugar
Poetrycollection of poems about love that is too bittersweet to even taste.
