I would have crossed galaxies for you,
we could have exsisted in our own universe.
But you threw my love into the abyss and
erased my memory.
What did it cost?
In an empty tub,
bottle of cheap bub,
writing ****** poems.
Why do I always pine
after that which is not mine?
I dream of your phantom at night,
spectres with empty promises
that tempt me all the same
and im reunited with my childhood daze.
I give in to the visceral wanting,
to your sweet shadowy haunting.
I am reminded of what I feel still,
old skeletons in the closet.
Cobwebs try to blur your memory,
but no matter how many times I attempt to banish these old demons,
I am still left with the ghost of you wandering my mind.
I am too complicated,
to be placated by a simple life,
I crave a new adventure,
only if for a night.
It was hard hearing
you admit that you
would never love me
all those years
It's years later and
It's even harder admiting
that I still wish you
could have said
you would try.
Just how did she know that you were back in town?
and how did she know to call you when she was down?
Why were you with her, when you should have been with me?
Its cold when your lying alone in bed at 10 pm
wishing he were there.
And even chillier when you find out
that he was with his ex the same night.
There are ice shards stabbing my fingertips,
when I touch his side of the bed.
I just roll over,
release a shiver
and pull the covers
to my chin,
as my eyelids freeze shut
and my breath crystalizes
as I settle into
our empty nest.