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There is not a day that goes by where I don't think about you
I miss you all the time
But if I were to miss something more than you, it's myself
I miss myself

I lost myself somewhere in you
I didn't notice because it all happened so fast
I was enjoying the ride
Because what I felt for you was electric

However, with anything in life, everything must come to an end

Maybe I thought we had more time, that the end wasn't so near
Maybe I thought we were different, that we could show them that there doesn't have to be an end to something that's real...
Silly me, if it were to be real, then there would always be an awaiting deadline

Maybe I thought it was us against the world
But one thing I know for sure
When there are two lovers against the world,
The world will always wins

You are my greatest loss and my deepest wound
what do you do when he gets what he wants
and just leaves you hanging
he doesn't text you back or anything
he just takes a part of you and leaves with it
you feel empty
you want it back
a part of you wishes it never even happened
Sometimes
If I close my eyes and cry hard enough
I canĀ feel your lips almost touching mine
Your soft, flesh-filled, luscious lips...
It reminds me of the time I used to take my finger and gently trace over the outer-lining of your lips
I've never wanted to kiss someone so badly

Then a force just violently pulls me at my spine and I am flustered
I open my eyes
I'm back to reality
I've realized I cried myself dry

I stay still and just stare into the ground
Only the thoughts of you remain now
A couple holding hands, huddled together
A rusty crane arm reaching the stars
Smell of salt air mixed with seaweed
Shades of red, and orange mingle
With the glistening water as the sun sets
Wooden bench perched on a bank,
Tiny plaque memory of two souls
Spending moments here of evenings past
Overlooking fishing boats tethered,
An ancient weathered harbor wall.
Lazy, full seagulls, flap heavily away
Playful laughter floats, on the air
As children dance too and from
Waves lapping the pebbled beach
Craster, a tiny northeast english fishing village
Tears like diamonds
Fall down my face
Scraping against it
Tearing the skin
Ripping the flesh
And easing the pain
Or increasing it

At this point
I don't know
Tears pooling in her eyes
Slowly, steady, realize.
Pull back to the beginning
Shamelessly pretending that your winning.
The hollow feeling in your chest,
How you pray for it to rest.
Hold your head above the shame,
Pull yourself together and play the game.
Sometimes in my tears I drown.
Like drops of a heavy rain.
They fall, hitting the ground,
No matter how much it hurts,
I know that these tears will help,

I will keep going,
and this will not last for long.
I don't know if I loved you,
or if I loved being in love.
Maybe my ego hurt more than my heart,
cause I feel like for you I wasn't enough.
I don't know if I miss your fingers on my skin,
or only being so sweetly touched.
Perhaps you weren't the one,
but just one within much.
I don't know if I was happy with you,
or just glad to be in someone's heart.
It might not be what love was supposed to be,
but in fact, simply a false start.
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