it was a tuesday when you left me
my body filled with a bottle of moscato
my fingertips shaking over the keyboard
hovering over the letters as if i was typing in midair
you told me you were finished
that you didn't want me to be a part of you anymore
as if i never made you feel anything
as if my touches on your skin meant nothing
i licked the brim of my glass
as the tears rolled down my cheeks
my tongue feeling the cold liquor
wishing i had more and more
enough to drown me and swallow me whole
you were a part of me for so long
my daily routine, the part of my day i looked forward to most
and now you're gone
a gust of wind through my ear like a whisper
telling me you love me
never to return
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
it was a tuesday when you left me
my body filled with a bottle of moscato
my fingertips shaking over the keyboard
hovering over the letters as if i was typing in midair
you told me you were finished
that you didn't want me to be a part of you anymore
as if i never made you feel anything
as if my touches on your skin meant nothing
i licked the brim of my glass
as the tears rolled down my cheeks
my tongue feeling the cold liquor
wishing i had more and more
enough to drown me and swallow me whole
you were a part of me for so long
my daily routine, the part of my day i looked forward to most
and now you're gone
a gust of wind through my ear like a whisper
telling me you love me
never to return
tonight is the night i think he left me for good.
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