Oh love,
When will it be
That thoughts
Of her will
Stop pumping
Through my veins,
Carrying undelivered
Letters that I can’t send,
Things like,
“Let me love you again,
Be it in between shadows or
In the plain light of day”
But love, you don’t dish
Out an easy game to play,
It’s cruel and it aches in
My bones and pulls on
The rope that I thought
was a leash.
And love, i don’t think
I’ll ever love again,
It feels unfair to love
Anyone like I loved her,
And because im writing
About her again,
Maybe it’s my sentence
To never forget.