And I'm done with writing about you

A hurricane swept through my body
When your name appeared on my phone

One text
Could send me straight to cloud 9

Butterflies gnawing at my insides
I was overcome with feelings

Feelings of joy

12 months later and all I feel is empty
You're gone and I have no one

You tricked me into telling my secrets
And once you heard them..
Just like that you were gone

And I'm done with writing poems about you

s.j.d