Let's stay like this for a minute longer
Lets forget everything
Let me stay close to you
Let me hear you heart beat
Every beat if your loving heart
Gives me hope

Let me stay
Let me smell your sweet aroma
Let we dream here
Let me kiss your soft lips
Let me feel the wrath of your skin
Don't let go, not now

Let's stay like this for a minute longer
Wait! Where are you going?
Don't go
Let me love you one last time

Don’t tell me that I don’t
care
because you weren’t
there.
You weren’t there for my
sleepless nights.
You weren’t there when
my showers turned pink.
You weren’t there when
I sobbed in the kitchen
writing really ******* sad
poetry.
You weren’t there when
I couldn’t breathe because
your name was stuck in
my throat and shattered in
my teeth.
No…
You weren’t there for the
empty embraces I felt
sick for committing.
The empty words
I had to spit out of my mouth
along with ****** teeth.
No…
You weren’t there
for when I cried
myself to sleep
when “I’m sorry”
was all I could mutter.
And your name went
along with it perfectly.
I’m sorry.
You weren’t there
when all my fingers
could do was scroll through
my newsfeed looking for you.
You weren’t there when
all my hands could do
was hold my head as I
was sobbing
when all my hands could
do was curl up into fists
and hit the wall
when all my vocal chords
could do was scream
"I’m sorry!"
You weren't there.

You don’t have enough
evidence to convict
me of not caring.

what am I supposed to do
all I've been doing is trying to center myself
lower the weight
so my gravity can focus me
calm myself down, write while I'm alone
find secrets to keep
but all this is just confusing me
because I know I want you but
I don't know if I should have you
the nights are getting later and I want to drink so badly
I want to be so intoxicated right now
and I sure as hell don't think I should be posting this poem
on the internet where you can see it.

it's just your mother and your father getting into your head,
I think you've never been more beautiful

You have to be lost
To eventually find
where you belong

We danced and shouted on the top of our lungs
We whispered promises while kissing each other's neck
Except I intended to keep mine when I woke up
While you pretended to forget

my hands use to ache of sorrow as if my mind couldn't quite teach them how to cry as beautifully as my eyes could

My 1 bedroom
apartment with 3 people
living in it is kind of a
metaphor for my heart.