i've drawn her face so many times,
i know every crease, every curve,
every perfect imperfection.
i'm thankful that,
although she left me,
the drawing on my desk,
staring lifeless,
makes up for her, right?
i look in the mirror,
tilt my head, adjust my hair,
smile.
i'm thankful that,
while some people have not,
i have risen out of darkness.
my self-confidence has risen,
though you can't see it,
something has to make up for the words you spoke.
i think to myself
what life would be like
without you.
and i suppose,
perhaps i'd be happier.
yet, i can't help but hold on
to the things i liked about you.
i know you weren't the greatest,
but my memory erased those parts of the video.
i'm thankful for all that has happened,
yet the curiosity takes over.
i'm thankful for who i am today,
yet i want to be thankful
for who i would've been.
i miss you, darling.
and i wish all of this food on the table
could be shared with you.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
