some days you
barely cross my
mind and those
are the days
when i am
the happiest
i’m finally worrying
about myself, though
it sounds so
selfish, but when
i was selfless
it was for
you and you
only, my work
and toil wasted
on your heart
that would never
care.
some days you
are all that’s
on my mind
and i can’t
help but wonder
why you still
mattered so much
to a version
of me that
left you behind,
it leaves me
battered and broken
i’m shipwrecked by
your memory.
some days you
don’t matter at
all, and I
feel my life
fill with vibrant
colour again.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
