Lingering smells I don't recognize
Littered floors filled with memories I can't put together
Your hands on my skin
Your my mouth against on mine
I pick up a shirt but it's not mine
I sip my coffee but it taste different
When did it all start
When did our world started to fall apart
Once a bed I used to lay on
Now I feel like a stranger trespassing
Tiptoeing afraid to tick a bomb
In this unknown world
I feel like a foreigner
You don't look at me the same
You don't look at me at all
I guess that's what happens when people fall out of love
Except it wasn't the love that was falling
It was us
In an inevitable pile of regret and wasted years
When did this all began
I can't recall.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
