My belly, growing envious of swollen ones,
Cause I can’t conceive the thought of you,
Wiping dried milk from my ***** four years past its expiration date.
Knowing all along he was my miracle,
But he's gone now,
So all I have left is my dreams of you.
Barely making it pass the positive,
All you did was cause me pain,
Angry at the audacity of me having hope in you, Losing you,
Flushing memories,
All I want to do is hold on to you,
Reaching for you thru undeserving bodies, Sneaking mistakes pass my ovaries,
But my eggs would never embrace you,
Learn to love you like I could,
Nurture you like a mother should, but im failing you, Living in a body that deceives me,
I grow symptoms of you,
Lying in miss-conceptions,
Monthly reminders that there may never be another you,
Quietly, searching for you in my future,
Praying for another miracle,
Yet to be cradled & I’m missing you.
Letting time escape me,
Thinking maybe I’ll get over you,
But I yearn for you more,
Infatuated with the idea of you..... -13' (unfinished)