crystal tears : venting poetry

little chair

"why can't you move on?"

my friends asked me today,

"I wish I had an answer"

is what I say.

the problem is

you've made me so blind,

you're sitting in a little chair

at the back of my mind.

you made my world turn

perhaps a little too fast,

that when you had left,

it began to crash and burn.

I still like you

sadly it's true,

but what can I do

when everything 

reminds me of you?

(sunday november 4, 2018. 11:29 pm)