The night we met was a blur, but I'd love to go back to it.
I wonder if I knew how important you'd come to be.
How, in a few years, you would never leave my mind.
It was nearly ten years ago when I first glanced at you,
Honestly thinking you were nothing more than a girl beside me.
You would begin to shape me like clay into the person I am today,
And I thank you for your time and creativity.
I tried to look for magic in everything and even though
You were hiding in plain sight I couldn't find you until
You bared yourself to me to be someone I should pay attention to.
Some days, I wish I paid attention less.
I made macaroni with tears in my eyes (surprisingly not a metaphor),
And I waited for the day that we could be together more than just vocally.
I craved you, and every time you would come to me I would leap
On it, setting my life into flames if I had too.
Of course, all spectacular things have to come to an end eventually,
But I wish that this spectacular thing didn't end so soon.
I wish our memories were harsher so that I could be forced to shove them
Down my throat, but even with the time given, I know that
Some things will just never disappear.
I know your memory isn't the best, my dear, but I hope
You remember something from the time we met.
Neither of us remembers the night, I'm quite sure, but I hope
We both hold onto the memories of each other's love
For a long, long time.
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Lunar Poetry ~ December 2019
PoesíaFor the month of December, I wrote a poem every day based on the Instagram account @/jasmine.s.higgins 's prompts. Most of them are about either love, relationships (some healthy, some abusive), or social issues of the world. So, here's 31 different...
