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Jun 2020
I'm going to miss the way the light comes through these windows
I already miss how it hits your skin in the morning
Dogs at my feet, whining without warning
Humble breakfasts, feelings outpouring-
We were laying right here when you first said I love you
It felt too soon but now I wish I could count and swallow each one
I'm hungry for what we had once
We were drunken nights, fires, and an occasional good song
It wasn't healthy but it wasn't wrong
Each argument felt like a battle won
But we've been warriors for too long
It's time to come home
I'm walking away but I keep looking back
I forgot what home looks like without you
And I never wanted to find out
Love is a river and today is a drought
If your home is on fire, do you save something special or do you put it out?
The flames have dampened but the smoke still chokes me to tears
It burns with memories and fears
I wish I could wake up next to you one more time
I'd trace your tattoos with my eyes and try to memorize
I'd feel the warmth of your skin and never ask for fire again
But I am a hearth and I can't tame my own flame
You made me crazy but you kept me sane
And now I must confront forever and wait for my feelings to wane

Painfully wait for when 'I love you no matter what'
Becomes I love you- no.
don't matter.
what?
Andie
Written by
Andie  28/F/USA
(28/F/USA)   
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