I can't tell if I met you or the dream of you first, but it's quite obvious which version I liked better. My heart pinpointed every time you manage to chip a piece of it away and glued the words you said to me on the back of my head. Heartache was like a bad blister from a pair of shoes but they're cute, so I know I'll wear them again.
I do miss your presence, but that does not mean I'm waiting for you to come back
When I saw you again for the first time at a party...
I arrived late because I knew you would be there. I hoped that when I got there the music would already be playing so I wouldn't have to hear the sound of your laughter ring into my ears. The same laughter that once made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
And when our elbows met on the dance floor, I was not happy to see you. I was relieved. I was mad that I was relieved but when it was your face I saw when I first looked up ,I took a sigh of relief. I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else.
You made me fall in love with very song that now makes my heart dance. Sometimes of sadness, sometimes of joy. You may think I sound crazy, I do. But when you said you loved me or for the very last time, it only felt true, when you were gone
YOU ARE READING
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...
