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Melissa
Poems
Sep 2015
morning
sometimes you don't really love someone
until you know what it's like to wake up one day
thinking you'll get to see their smile and hear their voice
and you
breathe in.
with that sinking feeling in your chest
because you've realized that they won't be beside you
you've realized you're alone and you won't hear their voice
see their smile or touch them again
because they're gone from you
and you run your hand where they used to lie beside you
feeling the sheets (were they always so rough? you thought they were soft.
and maybe once upon a time those sheets were soft when they held a body
but that body is gone gone gone)
and you can sit there in bed with your legs growing numb
knowing that your only one is out there laughing with someone else
kissing, touching, loving someone else
and getting coffee at that cafe they loved so much and maybe reading a book
and it kills you because you don't know where they are
or if they're thinking of you like you think of them at 3 am when you can't sleep
or if they have no trouble sleeping at all, because they're not in the same pain
and you've been struggling to get out of bed these past few days
and today you won't get out of bed. you'll just lie there and think
about how things used to be and how they are now and how it *****
and you'll torture yourself with thoughts like this, but you can't help it
you'll just lie there, immobile. drowning in your own thoughts and emotions
and you'd give anything to not feel anything but you feel everything
except the feel of your lovers skin because you don't have a lover anymore
you're just going day to day, barely making it through
but god help you if one day you decide you can't make it through
and you finally get the courage to cut a little deeper
or finally load the gun and pull the trigger
and you'll go without a note, because they didn't leave a note
but it'd be stupid to go like that, you aren't that bad off
are you? you don't know anymore
that feeling in your chest is your anchor in your sea of troubles
and inside of floating you're sinking, why don't you just swim?
you roll over in your bed, the mattress creaking and you inhale
breathing in the lingering scent on the pillow
how many months has it been since they were there?
how many months since you were able to breathe them in?
and you lie there for a while, pretending you were snuggled close
to the only other person who could understand what you were thinking
and read what your eyes screamed so loudly
all you have is a photograph, the edges crinkled and soft
because you've kept in your pocket so every time your hands
got a little lonely you could reach in and hold them one more time
you hadn't thought they were serious when they said they'd be gone
in the morning, but here you are
alone
in the morning
**breathe out.
#heartbreak
#breakup
Written by
Melissa
Memphis, TN
(Memphis, TN)
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