Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
And then we weren’t.

I learned more about you in our ending than I did in those two years

One minute you were my  Heathcliff.
The man that I had looked for all of my life.
The next, a paltry reproduction. All of your pretty words dispersing like the death of a Tempe dust storm.

I will make peace with never understanding.
I will cease longing for something that never was.
I will heal

But I will always wish that I didn’t have to.
Laura
Written by
Laura  42/F
(42/F)   
2.9k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems