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I go out to dinner with a near stranger
we sit on the same side of the booth and
I think about how you're the only one who
knows how much I hate that

I drink a drink with ***** and lime and
***** and it almost makes me feel like
I know who I am when I'm with someone else

I don't think of you often but last night I did
I remembered how your arms are the
only place where I am not self-conscious

I lie next to him on my balcony and
there are a lot of stars above us but
I'm the only one who notices

he is thinking about what I look like naked and
I'm counting how many hours of sleep
I will get if he leaves before 2

there is not an absence of feeling,
just a different kind than I'm used to
he touches my hand and I smile in
a way that doesn't feel forced

I spend a day with a near stranger and realize
there is so much he does not know about me,
so much he doesn't care to

like how I got my nose pierced at 14 or
the amount of time I spend in the mirror each morning
picking myself into something I can carry only semi-confidently

he only learns I can't ride a bike when he asks if I want to
he has no idea that my blonde is shielding a deep brown or
when I got the freckle above my lip or
the inch long scar underneath my chin

he doesn't care and that's okay
when he leaves we say I miss you but
in a different way than I'm used to

it is not a pain swelling to be morphined
nor is it a pulling from the gut but instead
it is the ever temporary desire to fill the excess lonely

we say I miss you and still mean it but
it is not the missing that a body feels for
a phantom limb

I am with him now and probably will be again but
moving on doesn't mean I don't miss you
it only means I'm trying not to

just because I'm all right doesn't mean
I don't wonder how you are
I can still be happy with the existence of a quiet ache

but yes I do
miss you,
I will until the day I can sleep without having to count sheep
I will miss you even if there are no stars in the sky to remind me

I don't think of you but last night I did
the moon was too bright and
I was the only one
who noticed
I may not have shown it before,
but now
I have my feelings for you.

Your heart used to belong to mine
but my heart didn't belong to you.

Today my heart was broken
by someone you used to love.

That someone you loved is back
and here I am,
picking up my broken heart
and I am leaving you
forever.
I know you will never see this
but I am sorry.

I am sorry for leaving you
at a rough time

I am sorry for causing you pain
for leaving you with regret that you shouldn't even feel.

You shouldn't feel anything
for this is my fault.

I am sorry.
  Jun 2015 those bygone years
Chris
~

As we gaze
                into the distance,
           where clouds are painted
             in watercolour wishes
    and silent shorelines
                      greet marshmallow capped
             waves chasing sandpipers
                         happily dancing beneath
           the evening’s first star,
          I take your hand,
   feeling your love
                 rush through me,
         my heart quivers
                     and I am reminded
          once again that,
        reality is so much
                     *more than a dream
Good night Beautiful
Please

Don't make me fall

Everything always reminds me of you.
Your eyes are the sky on a sunny day
Crystal clear and beautiful
but sometimes misleading.

Your eyes
can bring me in with one glance
and I can fall for you again.

Your misleading eyes
can break me down forever and ever.
Hair running in the wind
water spraying my face
beautiful sunny skies
I can't explain
what I feel
when I am outside in the summer.
This was a quick write. I hope you will enjoy it!
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