I love him very much.
Was a foolish thought.
He was a wave of fire that swallowed you whole.
You were never in love.
You were just scared of being alone.
So you threw yourself at strangers.
Simply hoping they were enough.
But you see the boy you had really fallen for was still in you're aching brain.
He was in every cell.
Every thought.
The idea of him consumed you.
It was bitter and you hated it.
But every memory of him was all you had. You would never let him go. Not because you didn't want to. But because you couldn't. It was as the moon and sun had lived upon you're sadness for him. The yearning of his touch forever lingered on you.
You could never get the metallic smell he left on you off. No matter how hard you scrubbed. He was there. He was always there.
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoetryJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
