"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.

You put down my drink
complete with four straws,
exhaling a nervous ramble
of rehearsed words.

You told me that you
'didn't know what colour
would be my favourite so'
you 'put one in of each.'

I looked down to see
one yellow, one blue,
one pink and one green
dismissing you with a thank you,

but I wish I instead
would of stopped you
and told you for future,
my favourite is yellow.

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.