If caring for someone was a sound
I would've turned you deaf.

don't doubt that
you are no longer the subject of my poems
nor are you the one who wilted the flowers
and killed the butterflies in my tummy
it seems like everything is no longer beautiful
well not even the idea of you

you shouldn't be scared when you wake up shaking with tears flowing
be scared when the tears no longer flow and you're nothing but numb

Maybe the only reason why you will never miss me is because I will always visit you in your dreams.

(They say that if you miss somebody, you'll eventually show up in their dreams.)

all day long
staring at the ceiling
playing with my thoughts
making new friends
with shadows on the wall
little creatures....very
got me intrigued

and then i stopped
...
a soaking tub of gin & ice cubes
...
wrapping around me like a blanket
...
because nobody ******* cares
...
don't get me wrong
...
it's just an effort to wash away the memories

you, i suppose, are a piece of map
but i, nothing but a piece of plain paper

you disagreed
we ended up agreeing to disagree

my love,
i adore you so much more than flowers blooming
more than the stars that forms the constellations
perhaps, more than my morning coffee

you are the sugar in my coffee
my world is sweeter with you in it

you watered the flowers in my tummy
with your blue ocean eyes
who knew that was possible?

To me, you are no longer the idea of perfection, you are just another lost soul. I should have known.
I do not adore you as much as I adore my morning coffee anymore. Not a tad bit.
That is the unquestionable truth that you'll have no choice but to shove it down your ******* throat.