Is it dark enough yet ?

Back to you

I don't want to write poetry about love
I don't want to be that person
I want to write about nature and the other things in life that matter
But every time I pick up my pen to write,
or a thought comes to my mind, it is about you.
About how I miss the feeling of belonging or just being.
And about how I hate the awkwardness between us.
About how I wish you would take me back and in the same breath I wish I never liked you.
I miss the comfort, smiles, and the out of this world understanding you had of me.
This could make me a fool.
I thought it was love, I thought it was true.
Life and poetry is cruel. I am not the exception to the rule (of heartbreak)
I start to write and I say "maybe this poem will bring me back to you"