He would kiss better
every spot on her body,
promising that it would
make every mark heal

an then tell her that
her mouth was bruised,
so he had excuse to place
one last kiss on her waiting lips.

What was meant to be a kiss good night turned into
staying up two hours past our bed time;

I don’t remember much of what was touched
or what was said, but your repetitive drunken whispers

telling me that I was ‘so ******* gorgeous’
will forever be engrained in my mind.

I asked you how I would know
that I was in love with him

and you answered
that I would spend a day

happily apart from him,
but know at it's end

the day would of been
a thousand times better

if I had the chance to spend
a mere second with him.

My dear friend;
I know you didn't mean
to make me cry today,

but what you haven't experienced
is the feeling of your heart
tearing into two

because a friend has
exposed the harsh reality
you don't want to be true.

The feel of your kiss
pressed against my head
was enough
to light a fire
within me.

The flame was so strong
that I'm not sure that
the river in front of us
would of held enough water
to extinguish it.

It calmed momentarily
by me placing a peck
on your cheek but
came into full flame when
your lips finally met mine again.

We both liked art and
you would stare at me like
I was a ******* painting;
I never felt so beautiful.

"You're so amazing
and I'm lucky to have you,"
the message read

and what you didn't know
was those were the sweetest words
my eyes had ever seen.

Everyone will tell you that you’ll get over it,
that you will meet someone new and
all the feelings will quickly be forgotten.
For a long time you won’t believe that is true.

It may take you days or weeks or maybe months
you feel like you are going crazy
because all you can think or talk about is
that one person that left you in pieces.

You will try distract yourself,
whether it be with work or alcohol
or even a stranger and you will begin to feel
like nothing will ever work.

You will try and convince yourself it’s a sign,
that the person that broke you
is the one that can fix you rather then you
continuing to try fix yourself.

You won’t want to get out of bed,
you won’t want to go to work,
you won’t want to see your friends,
all you want is to see them;

But one day you will wake up and
you won’t pretend they are there beside you,
you’ll listen to those songs again
without thinking about them

and you will return to the places
the two of you spent time
because it will no longer
remind you of the memories.

You will sit there and realise
the faults you saw in them
weren’t what made them human
but instead completely wrong for you

and most importantly you will see
that if that person was really that special,
they would have realised
that you are too.

I thought the first time
I’d tell someone I loved them,
It would have been mutual
whilst we were together and happy.

Instead, the first time
I told someone I loved them,
was two months post split whilst
they were telling me they had moved on.

Come quick,
take away the pen.

I’m writing about things,
I shouldn’t be feeling again.

We would joke
they would make a film about us,

but every moment did feel like
a movie with you.

There are 2727 kilometres between us
and there could be 2727 more;

it wouldn’t change the fact
that you’re the one I adore.

Two months post break up
you finally admit,
“I’ve never seen you as happy
as you were with him.”

What you didn’t know
is that was everything I both needed
but didn’t want to hear,
so on came the tears.