You keep popping up in my phone pictures, memories of days a year ago today. A year...that's crazy.
A week from now would be the anniversary of me coming to your house every other night, snuggled on your couch. I can still feel the soft caramel seats, me pressed into your body, arms around me. The blanket you showed me on the first date that you loved so much now washed-because I teased you about it- and over our skin. The last time I was touched with love by someone I loved. Yours were the first kisses I knew to be soft- that didn't have me bleeding.
I know you said you didn't think I cared about you and I wish I was able to show it more. The ways I presented my feelings were so easily overlooked. The way I watched a cartoon tv show with you that I was only faintly interested. The night I stayed at your place in your bed because you asked even though I had class the next morning. The butterflies I felt walking over to see you.
The way I could walk to your place in thirty seconds- it wasn't supposed to be your place after December, you were counting down the days till you could move but you decided to stay-I could still walk there now if I wanted too. And sometimes I still want to. You lived all by yourself, three bedrooms for one person. You even told me I could live with you. I still think about that now. My toothbrush at your place- coming out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel and in your shirt.
The seasons changed, why can't my feelings do the same for you.
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Limerence (Poetry)
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
