Poems.

one more poem about you .

I have waited,
for months to understand why I avoid your name,
when I dig through my memories of you.
And why it pains my chest to talk about you with people,
that don't understand our story.

I have reread these passages wishing,
one day you will read them with me.
Because every thought of the future
includes you somehow.
Even though I probably know my expectations
will come back to disappoint me.

I have avoided writing,
because I know as soon as
I pick up a pencil,
the only thing I'll write about is you.

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This might be my last poem for a while. Or maybe I'll post tomorrow. Funny how my head works and how my emotions change but that's just how I am.