in h.e.r shoes

this is not poetry

This is not poetry

This is me screaming

This is a cry

This is staying awake

At 4am

Because i picked up my phone

And remembered you

Were no longer there

At the palm of my hand.

I remember the way you looked at me

The night before you left,

And i still feel your breath

Against my neck.

It breaks my heart to know

I will never see what you become,

But i guess this is growing up.

I couldn't stand being ridiculed

Every damn day

And I guess that makes me the strong one.

You never wanted to leave,

But I couldn't stand to stay

And look at the face

That I kissed in that damned bed

Without thinking

Of how many other girls

Had dreamt of the lips

I had against mine.

I should have left when I found out

You never liked the things I did.

You made me suppress my passions

and silence my obsessions

All for your goddamned ego.

This is not poetry.

This is the last damned good-bye.