i missed you
so f u c k i n g much
at least that's what
i actually thought
the mind is a funny
thing – playing tricks
on you at fowl times
because really,
i didn't miss you at all
i missed the concept
of you – concept of us –
concept of love
i missed the feeling
of lips coating my knees
and shoulders in butterfly
k i s s e s
the comfort i'd receive
late at night whilst
sitting on the porch
in pitch black, listening
to the sounds of
vulnerability – secrets
shared for the first time
synchronized with the
wild night life
i missed having someone
to make me feel whole
and you weren't as
s p e c i a l
as i made you out to be
you were just a
mistaken chess
piece filling the void
of a game on hold
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
