You made me fall in love with the very song that now makes my heart replay all the hurt you've put me through. In my poems, I only write about the very worst of you. I never write about the good because you can't write about something you never thought was real in the first place.
Though my poems tell the tales of what I felt, the melody of my dreams came from the night you sang me to sleep. My favorite lullaby was your sleepy voice. Though, we all know every lullaby has some sort of dark meaning to it. Your meaning was a dark abyss of pretty painted lies.
My daydreams are only the dream of you. My eyes would fall into a motion picture of thousands of led lights hanging pastel blue from the sky because we shared the same favorite color. A picnic at midnight because you were the only person who knew my fetish for the night's crescent moon casting downtown.
My favorite dream was the one where no one spoke. I catch you staring at me with your blink eyes, please, never apologize for the way your big brown eyes refuse to stop shining. Even after mine have closed for far too long.
You lean in for a kiss just as my mom snaps me back into reality. At this point, I can't determine day dreams from real life.
You may think I sound crazy, I do. But when you said you loved me for the very last time, it suddenly felt true.
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falling after you
Poetry'falling after you' is a collection of the poetry I had written whilst being with whom was breaking my heart. I may not have realized it at the time, but now, it's very clear I had already known how our story would end. Even though it's not over, ye...
