Some days I like to pretend other things matter
most of the time my days go unnoticed
and I only exist as a pulled apart doll
I pretend you were never here
I slept as I had slept
before my arms knew what tugging felt like
before my head had met your pillow
there was a time before
your eyes had not glanced at me
for a while
there I was never knowing
what love had meant for me
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Some days I like to pretend other things matter
most of the time my days go unnoticed
and I only exist as a pulled apart doll
I pretend you were never here
I slept as I had slept
before my arms knew what tugging felt like
before my head had met your pillow
there was a time before
your eyes had not glanced at me
for a while
there I was never knowing
what love had meant for me
Not poetry. Feeling squirmish