this will most likely the last poem i write for you.

i'm finally over you.
finally over everything you put me through.

seeing you again, after everything, was the closure i needed.

but at what cost?

i'm not sure things will ever be healed between us.
we tolerate each other, even enjoy our time together.

but at the end of the day you *******
        R U I N E D  M E

and i don't think i'll ever forgive you for that.

there is nothing i wouldn't do to relive last night.

i want nothing more than to just sleep in your arms one more time.

i can't even begin to describe how i felt in that moment.
when you looked in my eyes before pulling me close and whispering,

'i'm so happy i met you.'

how lucky i felt when you fell asleep with your head on my chest.

how grateful i was when you made that stupid ******* playlist for me.

how content i felt in your arms.

how comfortable i was with you in such a small amount of time.

how devastated i was to say goodbye.

how i feel now, writing this.

how i'll feel tomorrow, undoubtedly thinking about you.

i could never describe the impact you have had on me.

but i want you to know

exactly how much you mean to me.

my heart is aching, yearning for you.


is it selfish that i hope you're feeling this way too?