months have passed us by,
an acceleration of time
that has sped far out from our hands,
a blur of humidity clinging onto skin
and uncertainty leaking from the edges of my brain, marbled
with the swirling urge to create.
each day is lived out without you,
our lives only crossing every time
the vivid memory of your face dances upon my thoughts.
i still remember
all the little things,
short snippets of when we were next to each together
in those few short months.
i still remember your smile and how good your teeth were for never having braces.
i still remember your laugh, quiet and to yourself yet from the heart.
i still remember your excitement and the way you gushed and your eyes sparkled.
i still remember how you always wanted to go on a picnic, your fascination in history and its art, your white sweatshirt, how you had to constantly swoop back your hair to get it out of your face, when you sang mediocrely while i was too scared to join, your rain of compliments, when you gave me chocolate since you didn't particularly like sweets, how you were willing to step out of the box, how i wanted to follow you out, every time i saw you pass by in the hallway but was too afraid to approach.
i still remember so much,
and here i am,
aching over something that never existed between us
because i carefully arranged these small moments
as the myriad of tiles of a grand mosaic,
a work of art inspired by your magnificence
laid upon nothing but my own
imagination.
a creation
that even after all this time,
i still
couldn't quite
let go of.
• • •
it's the small details and specifics that get to me.
i low key just want to rewrite some of the old shitty poems in this collection. i just cringe when i think back to what i wrote a year ago. i feel like i've dragged this on for so long, but i also don't know how to properly end it. but also like damn how did i let some crush go on for this long?? anywayy, i haven't really written anything that much recently and i quite enjoyed spilling some vomit from my brain so it doesn't overflow :) also whoever is reading, hope you have a fabulous day/night <3
YOU ARE READING
to you
شِعرto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
