I don’t know why I hold on to hope for you
It’s all lost anyway
I shouldn’t have invested so much time in you
But nothing’s going to change

I try and make you feel something again
I really though you did
I really ******* miss everything we had
I miss everything we did

I want you to see all my poems
I want you to see you in all my words
I want everything to go back to how it was
But we all know the past is done and gone with the birds

I genuinely had hope
And I miss you
But now it’s gone
Nothing anymore is true

I keep telling everyone
I’m staying away from dating
Because I can’t control my emotions

But over time I’m pretty sure
It’s truly because
I’m too afraid of getting hurt again

What a funny word it is
As if said by a child
Bringing back all I’ve lost
And the lives I’ve left behind

I don’t do moon and stars
I’m not good at metaphors
I’m not what you call a romantic
That said, I’m no less enthusiastic
When I give, I don’t count
And when I take, there’s no discount
Don’t question my kindness
Don’t look for my weakness
By your side I’ll stay
As long as you don’t stray
You’ll be mine
Until ends time

I feel like there’s an unspoken rule
We both tend to follow
Upon the ground in which
We build tomorrow

The ever silent code
To maintain our bliss
Has really ****** me up
And I know what I miss

And now I lay here
Typing away
Thinking of you
Not knowing what to say

And then a thought
From out of the blue
I remember again
That I love you

i dislike poems,
they welcome memories of you to waltz in my mind.
i loathe poems,
they make me reminisce every encounter with you.
i abhor poems,
they never fail to make me maudlin; pity myself.
i curse them,
i have unfollowed nearly every poetry accounts on instagram yet they still appear in my feed.
right,
then it hits me that i still am following some poetry accounts.
why?
because i enjoy self-pitying, victimising myself.
and?
i like to reminisce about the past.
not to mention,
the memories of you are irreplaceable.