I’m happy and sad to see pictures of you where you
are with someone else who makes you laugh.
I strip and cut then drown in the red of my own
blood bath.
Ha.
You thought your power of walking away
could make me die.
I knew someone like you would leave me,
you didn’t even make me
cry.
You chose others not me and I just
want to make peace and set this tension
free.
I know your world is complete,
but someday just please
come back
to me.
The opposite of missing isn’t completion,
it’s resolving.
Though its been about a year,
the memories of you and I are crawling.
They come up my spine and make a
resting stop in my heart.
They pack up and go to my head,
I cringe by the memory when you told me I’m
smart.
You said I was pretty and it was me you
wanted to sit near.
If I approach you again I will either see
you relieved by my sight or I’ll see you
in fear.
Here comes
from my eye
another
tear.