Every night
At exactly 3:14 am
I check
I check all over
I check to see your writing
I check to make sure your still writing
I move on with my life but will always check up on you without knowing it
Hope all is well.
And remember
Keep writing.
I’m one of many people that look forward to reading that talent of yours.
Keep writing.

We don’t see each other anymore

We don’t contact each other anymore

We know our location but never come visit

So close yet so far

The only thing keeping us close is

Poetry

Poetry is our language

when I see you post on social media

People might not understand but I read and I know

The way we use to look at each other

We both knew.

Thank you for being a dangerously beautiful story that was part of my life.

I had fun.

I miss you.
That’s all

Some would say I have no feelings
Some would say I do
I would say I have empathy but not fully.
I’m sorry for hurting you
But I’m not sorry for moving on with my life.
You can sit there and watch that screen all night
To see if I think about us at any moment during my day.
But I don’t
The thing about me is I’ll keep going on to the next part of my life
Your a memory in my life now that I have yet to write about in my book.
Of course I pause and smile at the thought of us but I turn back to reality and remember who I am.
It was best for you to stay away from me.
Your feelings will get caught in the mix
I don’t have 100% empathy
You know we both knew that.

What ***** about life is living off fear
What ***** about life is always being depressed with people up your *** telling you “you’ll be fine”
When they don’t know what going on in that ****** up head of yours.
Yes, life can be wonderful but for me it’s temporary.
I’m a depressed ****.
No words can describe it
I just know it’s in me
Being sad and moving on with life.