I felt lost after losing you.
Broken pieces scattered across
the walls of my heart.
I wear the bruises on my body.
New faces ask if I'm okay.
I lie. I always lie.
As I got older, the pain
lessened from time to time.
I was the kid who never fit in.
I understood the definition
of "unpopular"as simply
being who I was.
Life moved on.
The trees changed; friends left.
I stopped.
Sure, to you, I may
appear together, but
like a ball of yarn all too soon,
I'll unravel.
Sometimes I still feel the shakes
like the ones smokers get
when they go too long
without a fix.
I feel that twice a year.
Once, on your birthday.
The second, during the holidays.
I've made room for love
in my heart since losing you.
I'm heartbroken that your nephew
will never know his uncle.
I'm still recovering from not
knowing you.
YOU ARE READING
Awkward, Unrequited, Superficial, Toxic, Real Love.
PoetryLove is messy and beautiful. I have been writing poems since I was a teenager. It was my escape. It was and still is a refuge. My 20's are behind me. This book is a small collection of love-related poems that encompass pretty much most of my feeling...
