You're that awkward "hi" exchanged by strangers who
thought they both knew each other but were clearly mistaken for another.
You're the bruise that turns blue when I accidentally bump my leg
on the corner of the bed. You're the scar that I never knew I had.
You're the bittersweet taste in my mouth every morning.
You're the last thought lingering in my head before slumber takes me
and you're the vagueness that haunts me in my dreams.
You're the scalding hot shower in a cold freezing morning.
You're the boiling tea that numbs my tongue for the rest of the day.
You're the obsession I will never learn to let go of.
You're that person I will never get to call mine.
You're the one that got away.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryLove destroys you in the most beautiful ways, that when your loved one leaves you; you will understand why people let their pain bleed into poetry.
