I’ll lay here and write another pointless poem about you.
Another meaningless line expressing the pain you caused.
Why must you show up in each word I put down?
I try to be rid of your reckless ways but never have you left.
I write about how I miss you, but what exactly am i missing?
Reality check.
I don’t miss you. I miss what I thought you were.
I miss your looks and the person you portrayed in my life like a part in a movie.
A movie that has no happy ending.
Every splatter of ink that ends up on this paper has you in it.
Every word is one you’ve used to sweet talk me;
To fool me into submission.
I gave you my heart and now I want it back,
I wish to be capable of loving again.
But until I can feel it beating inside of my chest,
My words will continue being slaves to you.