see, i loved you when i met you
you were so kind, so reserved
your voice held no trace of malice
only purity
and i believed you
when we first touched lips
there was only warmth
and joy
you brought me peace
that was only a beginning
the songs i eagerly listened as you sang
laughing against your chest
when you said something i didn't expect
you made a room full of laughter
and you fostered into love
before you got your new place
and things were still rocky
but you were accomplished
you had so much to show
there's so much life to live
and when i pulled into the gravel path
met with two tear stricken faces
i could only see your silhouette
from the back of the ambulance
as i heard you call my name
so when you drove off
i stayed behind the wreckage
stripping the bed of blood stained sheets
calmly collapsing to the floor
as i sat alone in your room
I love you; everyone does.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
