Aug 2019
Everyday
is another day I don’t text you
Everyday is another day I pretended I don’t miss you
Everyday
It’s silly I know
Can’t even say the words
Can’t even let this pain go
Everyday is another day I’m angry at you
For not caring like I do
But you can’t force someone to care
How can I still love you
Everyday
Everyday is another day he is just a picture in my head
Everyday I hear the three words
he never said
These are my three words
I HATE YOU
but we know that’s not true
Because every day is a day I’m still loving you
is another day I don’t text you
Everyday is another day I pretended I don’t miss you
Everyday
It’s silly I know
Can’t even say the words
Can’t even let this pain go
Everyday is another day I’m angry at you
For not caring like I do
But you can’t force someone to care
How can I still love you
Everyday
Everyday is another day he is just a picture in my head
Everyday I hear the three words
he never said
These are my three words
I HATE YOU
but we know that’s not true
Because every day is a day I’m still loving you
Haven’t published a poem in a while. here goes. Isn’t it hard to carry on when you love someone so profoundly that you feel the world might break in two? And if it doesn’t, it might break you? Please read this poem with a new perspective. Don’t think of it as a silly teenage heartbreak; but as growth towards a profound love that will one day burn brighter then my pain.i know this poem isn’t eloquent. But it is raw; and perhaps that’s enough. Sometimes, simple words cut deeper than the difficult ones.
