I don't need an alarm clock anymore
Instead, I'm woken up by your touch
But you're not there
They say that dreams can be broken down and analyzed
but how can they analyze the Devil
or the God
or my Guardian Angel
or whatever
for giving me hope every night that I can wake up to his kiss one more day
But then wakes up at a time that is still night with nothing beside me except my tears from three hours ago when I finally cried myself to sleep
Early bird catches the worm, but I don't want fucking worms
I don't want worms
I want his smile every time he told me he loved me
I want his embrace whenever my anxiety needs calming
I want his fingers
On my cheek
Or in my hand
Or on my ass
Or somewhere to hold me still
And to have the joy to walk away from someone
And drop their heart like an empty shot glass
Building up the courage
Building up the car
Building up the status
But not for me
Not for himself
So, for him to simply forget means that I'm not someone worth remembering
It means that I was just a person to be with until
When he was my person to be with forever
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Ineffable
PoetryA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...