I woke up and saw him in my mind.
Still using his pen to write poems
about belly laughs and heavy sighs,
fruitless daydreams,
wasted energy and
rose-colored glasses.
Inside jokes,
circling smoke,
the way he looked at me.
I would forgive every bad thing
just to laugh again.
I knew he could be better
and that
was the worst part.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
I woke up and saw him in my mind.
Still using his pen to write poems
about belly laughs and heavy sighs,
fruitless daydreams,
wasted energy and
rose-colored glasses.
Inside jokes,
circling smoke,
the way he looked at me.
I would forgive every bad thing
just to laugh again.
I knew he could be better
and that
was the worst part.
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