I'm on a strict diet of
red wine and smoke
as I train for a marathon
of loneliness, self-discovery, and
moving on.
Letting you go was crushing,
and I still fight the
urge at least once a day
to unblock your number
just so I can say hello.
Nearly everything takes me back to you,
whether it's a sunset I know you'd cherish
or a poem I know you'd
want to analyze with me.
You live in the tree's green leaves
and in the smiles of strangers.
I feel you next to me as I
toss and turn in my bed,
and I smell you in the candles
that are supposed to soothe me.
It seems cruel that you can't be around,
and my heart often
threatens my head for *******
a good thing up.
But the good I had with you
was bad for me,
and I know I need to let myself
be broken so that I can
one day be full again.
I'm on a strict diet of
red wine and smoke
as I replace the love I have for you
with love I'm finding of and
for myself.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
I'm on a strict diet of
red wine and smoke
as I train for a marathon
of loneliness, self-discovery, and
moving on.
Letting you go was crushing,
and I still fight the
urge at least once a day
to unblock your number
just so I can say hello.
Nearly everything takes me back to you,
whether it's a sunset I know you'd cherish
or a poem I know you'd
want to analyze with me.
You live in the tree's green leaves
and in the smiles of strangers.
I feel you next to me as I
toss and turn in my bed,
and I smell you in the candles
that are supposed to soothe me.
It seems cruel that you can't be around,
and my heart often
threatens my head for *******
a good thing up.
But the good I had with you
was bad for me,
and I know I need to let myself
be broken so that I can
one day be full again.
I'm on a strict diet of
red wine and smoke
as I replace the love I have for you
with love I'm finding of and
for myself.
