I'll admit I miss how things used to be. Hugs after runs Holding hands following slow dances Running to meet each other when we haven't been together in more than a few days It was all my sense of security Because nothing else could touch me Because when you whispered "I'll protect you" Into my hair It was a promise A promise that everyone else broke Everyone But you. I won't lie I miss calling you Ian Laughing at lame jokes Listening to John Mayer on buses headed to paradise Chasing each other through the woods Sleeping in your sweatshirts Only worrying if my hair really looked okay Because it always did to you No matter what. I'll admit I miss how things used to be. But I only miss what happened I don't miss you. I never have I never will And I'm sorry. For that And that we couldn't be who we always believed we were.
Someone just told me my work wasn't worthy of being called poetry. Okay.