remember when
you would write
all your poems
about me
how you
carelessly
would leave
your breathless
i love yous
in between
each line
like a secret
between the
two of us
hidden behind
your words
were our
held hands
and our
stollen kisses
and your
written art
was our love
translated
into the
language of
the stars
you created
a tiny universe
with every
line and curve
of every letter
and it was
paradise
yet those
days are
far gone
and our
universe,
our heaven
was swallowed
whole by the
boundless waves
of oblivion
you erased
the romance
and replaced
them with
stains of
infinite farewells
now you
hold a pen
like its a
loaded gun
prepared to
shoot
and you
stare at
the paper
like a
selfish god
depriving
a blank galaxy
the beauty
of constellations
and i just miss
your poetry
i feel
like i have
been evicted
from my own
home because
i lived
in your words
i found shelter
in the pages
you have filled
with your messy
penmanship
so with
shaky hands
and a heavy heart,
i try to recreate
the phrases
you have
written with
your heartbeat
but nothing
compares
to the image
of our love
immortalized
in your poems
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
remember when
you would write
all your poems
about me
how you
carelessly
would leave
your breathless
i love yous
in between
each line
like a secret
between the
two of us
hidden behind
your words
were our
held hands
and our
stollen kisses
and your
written art
was our love
translated
into the
language of
the stars
you created
a tiny universe
with every
line and curve
of every letter
and it was
paradise
yet those
days are
far gone
and our
universe,
our heaven
was swallowed
whole by the
boundless waves
of oblivion
you erased
the romance
and replaced
them with
stains of
infinite farewells
now you
hold a pen
like its a
loaded gun
prepared to
shoot
and you
stare at
the paper
like a
selfish god
depriving
a blank galaxy
the beauty
of constellations
and i just miss
your poetry
i feel
like i have
been evicted
from my own
home because
i lived
in your words
i found shelter
in the pages
you have filled
with your messy
penmanship
so with
shaky hands
and a heavy heart,
i try to recreate
the phrases
you have
written with
your heartbeat
but nothing
compares
to the image
of our love
immortalized
in your poems
