I miss the way your fingertips
drew circles on my almond skin.
I miss wrapping your hair around
my finger like a phone cord
when I watched you sleep beside
me.
Now that I have your attention…
My issue’s not with the lost loves
but with the ones still holding on.
Because of you, pain is a cliché.
Human emotion has become
redundant. The only thing
that’s #depressing about
your life is how you’ve made
a conscious decision to relive
your “hells” constantly by making
them the focus of your poetry.
I know poetry is a window to the soul, and this is a look into mine recently. I may get a lot of hate for this, but I feel like it has to be said. It's rare that I scroll through the trending poems and favorite any because they're all about missing someone. I get it, people miss people. But there's no originality in how people present it. And I feel badly for those whose ORIGINAL work goes unnoticed. I'd like to think I have a valid point. Maybe I don't. Regardless, this has been on my mind a lot lately.