i turn my head right ways
and i look you straight in the face,
a smile no longer erects aburtly
yet i still ask for a kiss;
our lips brush lightly,
it no longer crashes into each other....
we never linger anymore
or kiss passionately on the bed.
there is no rush,
we barely speak-
yet i call everyday
and talk to you before we sleep.
we sleep back to back
and we no longer hold on tightly,
as if it doesn't matter if the other gets pulled away.
yet, every night i ask you to cuddle me.
you no longer rush back home to me,
i no longer rush down to meet you half way-
yet you come see me everyday
and i still expect you to show up.
i no longer hold your hand in the car,
you never look back over to me.
i can't stand your music and you can't stand mine,
yet we still try to find the middle ground.
you no longer share the details of your day
and i don't even quite care if you do.
we don't show interest in each other
yet i still ask you how your day went.
what we had is dead,
what we are is dead.
we don't have any hope or liveliness,
yet we stay:
not because we can't live without each other,
not because it pains us to leave,
we stay where we are, we do the things we do
not because we're in love, we do it out of habit.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
