Oct 2016

i love(d) you in all the wrong ways
perhaps unaware
that what was wrong was love
not loving
perhaps, because of anxiety
i held you too tightly
and you squeezed from my bare hands
to land far away, right next to me
perhaps it was the foolishness
of falling in and out of love
for the second time that took me off guard
and boy, when you took off yours
instead of kissing the scars
i poured salt in every wound
did it ever feel good
to wear me like skin?
how does it feel now
that I'm no longer near.

everything was lovely
but not everything was good.

Ninah Dau
Written by
Ninah Dau  Caracas, Venezuela
(Caracas, Venezuela)   
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