With every passing minute, I felt like I needed to be with you.
You were my world, my everything.
You were the first beautiful nightmare that had ever made me feel alive.
When you'd say you loved me, my cheeks would flush, and I'd mumble,"No you don't", with a smile on my face.
Our fancy restaurant dates always ended with stains of food on our clothes, and too many cold left overs.
Your lips tasted like cherries, and you would kiss me like I was the last bit of oxygen that you would ever breathe again.
Your hands, being so much bigger than my own, were always gentle.
As you would hold me, I could barely feel your touch, as if you were afraid of breaking me.
You treated me like a wilting rose that was on the verge of having its last petal hit the concrete.
You were my gentle giant, and I loved you.
Until you saw her.
How could you not fall for her?
Effortlessly beautiful, quick on her feet with a joke, and long locks of blonde hair.
What did I have to offer?
Wild brown hair, make-up to feel somewhat acceptable, and I never once admitted I loved you.
The night you left was the night I lost myself.
I started drowning my sorrows in vodka, and when I needed air, I wouldn't let myself have it.
I didn't deserve air, considering you still seem to take my breath away.
You leaving wasn't your fault.
Me not being able to handle the loss isn't your fault.
Me not being able to take care of myself wasn't your fault.
It is no one else's fault, but my selfish self.
I still love you.
No matter whom I meet, it's you.
It will always be you.
Every goddamn time.
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Poetry; Heaven Mixed With Hell
PoetryThese are all of my original works. If you like them, and would like to share them, I would love if you would please give me credit. I take writing very seriously, and I do not enjoy freeloaders. Thank you to all who read, and I hope you enjoy my po...
