my poetry became less about loving you
and more about missing you
not allowing myself to say your name
in hopes i would forget it
my poetry became less about being with you
and more about being without you
reminiscing on cold nights
but refusing to acknowledge you were the missing warmth
my poetry became less about needing you
and more about needing to move on
forgetting to water the dying parts of myself
hoping they were the parts still attatched to you
my poetry became less about loving you
and more about trying not to
ignoring the ache my body had for yours
in hopes it would vanish
just like you managed to do.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
my poetry became less about loving you
and more about missing you
not allowing myself to say your name
in hopes i would forget it
my poetry became less about being with you
and more about being without you
reminiscing on cold nights
but refusing to acknowledge you were the missing warmth
my poetry became less about needing you
and more about needing to move on
forgetting to water the dying parts of myself
hoping they were the parts still attatched to you
my poetry became less about loving you
and more about trying not to
ignoring the ache my body had for yours
in hopes it would vanish
just like you managed to do.
