i feel:
a roaring, bright,
hot fire.
the warmth,
like bathwater.
the ghost of your touch
like something i dreamed about
years ago.
your face just out of memory.
disconnect.
sadness that should sting
more sharply.
tears i can taste
but can't relate to.
the pieces of us
scattered & fading.
i can't grasp them.
i'm back to where i was.
things i can't process;
1. your face
2. your voice
3. functions of snapchat
4. sexting
5. sexting with words
6. poetry without poems
7. your words
8. your smile
9. you, loving me
10. you, in love with me
11. releasing something flawless & believing it was a good choice
12. whether or not my happiness was empty because i did not create it
13. never getting to hear you whisper "my girl" against my jaw
14. your body never inside mine
15. me, in love with you
but i'm starting to.
the worst part is that i didn't try
to stifle the loss.
i did it myself.
i still love your heart
i still love your hands
i still love your face
i still love your voice
i still love your legs
i still love your hips
i still love your smile
i still love your hair
i still love your eyes
i still love you
i still love you
i still love you
i still love you
YOU ARE READING
Rocket Fizz
PoésieA collection of decidedly bad poems written by yours truly Surprisingly not really about space
