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Nov 2013
I thought if I remembered you often,
I’d get you out of my system-
like how the trees shed their leaves
once autumn arrives right at my doorstep;

But never have I been so wrong in my life.

I looked at the mirror this morning to find you
still clinging to my frame as if you were a part of me;
your fingers still caressing my hair,
your smell still hanging in the air;

your lips still pressed against mine;
your smile's still imprinted at the back of my mind.

a thousand miles away, you haunt me still.
you’re still everywhere.

leave me alone.
Bianca
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