I miss feeling somebody beside me
I curl up to the wall acting like it's the same as you
The wall is cold compared to you
The wall can't hold my hand or give off your scentI sprayed your cologne on my blanket
The tears are falling down my cheek
My phones beside me it's like it's waiting for a text message
Yet, it's all black until I check the time3:00 AM is on my phone
Another night of no sleeping
Seems like you were the cure for everything
I just want to hear your voiceIt takes everything in me to not call you
You made it clear that you didn't want to see me anymore
You said, "let's be friends."
Even though, we both know that we can't just be friendsI try to close my eyes even though I know I'll be up at 7
Texting you good morning like we never been apart
I'll ask you how you slept and you'll tell me how you're dreading school
The bags under my eyes seem to be holding grocery bags nowI'll be crying all day as if the flood gates of heaven opened
I'm surprised the carpet hasn't been soaked with my tears
My friends will try to cheer me up
Nothing will help until I drink a bottle of rumDrinking until the night is gone
These guys I've been texting ain't nothing but a distraction
You might have been up to no good
But there's no one that has your touch or magic wordsThe night may be gone now
But I won't remember anything in the morning
I'll see your face in my dreams and hear your voice
I don't need any help remembering those all I want is your touchThis one guy was a real good distraction
But he wasn't you, so at the end of the day it didn't matter
Felt bad I couldn't bring myself to kiss him
So I just told him that I wanted to be friendsWhen I look at cute boys, all I see is your face
Like I don't need any help remembering it
You ruined me for anyone else somehow
I wonder what would have happened if I had done things differentlyWould we have lasted longer?
Would you have treated me any differently?
Would your arm still be around me right now?
Or would we still be like we are right now?I wish you would just come back to me
I still can't sleep or eat right
This wall isn't very comfortable
And I don't have any of your cologne left
YOU ARE READING
Life goes on
PoetryLife changes constantly so I'm just writing awful poems that portrays how I feel.