I know that you had it.
I know that you hold it,
But I know that you lost it.
With me included.
Too many bottles of you gave me headaches,
Cause you never knew how to keep it.
I've slept in too many couches,
To remember how your's was it.
Too many nights waisted
Too many nights crying
Enough times to make me exhausted.
Even my pillow got pacifying.
Healing myself with old stitches got painful.
But less painful when you weren't around.
Because you were the one who pulled me to drown
In your bathtub with an open wound.
I gave up us the way you gave up on lust
Because that was the only thing you felt,
Beside our heart's revolt.
You ran on our love's dust.
Now I look at the empty bottles,
Happy than ever after
That you are not here for a matter
You are here as whistlers.
Another day, another happy place
Without you, definitely the case.
Giving up smoking the memories has never felt better,
Because now I can smoke something louder.
Definitely my laughter.
YOU ARE READING
from a broken one
Puisithis book is really personal. is a way of venting myself. if u feel connected to this poems you can hit me up anytime you want🖤 cover made by @MariesBlossom 💜 what an artist huh?
