there was something about us
that words couldn't describe
like the art you'd make of my body
or the confidence you'd write on my skin
we spent countless hours together
with numbed feet on cold streets
legs intertwined in warm sheets
fingers tracing jaw and cheek
everything seemed too good to be true
but i accepted it because i'd never had it
and then one morning you left
without a goodbye or a kiss, not even a call
and hours went by before i wondered
what must have gone wrong
but i couldn't recall anything
that had gone disarray because our nights
were pure bliss, but then
you left me in silence
for days i didn't hear from you
and when i did it was short, but not even sweet
just an obligated message that bled
boredom and defeat
within just one minuscule week,
you were leaving plans and acting meek
lowering your voice and your eyes
as if the girl you loved was all a lie
i didn't change, you did in one night
and i told you i noticed something wasn't right
but instead of telling me what was wrong
you just broke my heart.
in one, swift, stone-cold text
that wasn't you at all.
YOU ARE READING
there is a girl
Poetrythe journeys of feeling the ups-and-downs in mere minutes. a collection of poems about self-love, neuroticism, grief, romance, and internal struggle.