If I wanted to know what love felt like
I would have grabbed your hand under the sheets at midnight
Or kissed your cheek in the morning like the sun gets to do through the window
I would have traced the rim of your glasses with my fingertip
I would have painted the colors of my words with pinks instead of blue
I would have told the truth
But I didn't want to know what love felt like
So instead, I closed the door on your open heart
And drew a line in the sand in between "commitment" and "lust"
And I took a step away from you
And never looked back
If I could cast away Heartbreak
as you casted away our
this would be
I hope you remember me on the 29th of every month
And I hope you look at every picture
And think of me
I hope you lay in your bed at night
And feel the memory of my body pressed against yours
I hope the ghost of our relationship
Makes you moan into the night
I hope your dog looks at you
And ***** his head
Where I've been
I hope your hand feels empty
While you take long drives
With the absence of my hand to hold it
I hope these memories burn into your eyes
And engrave my name into your heart
I hope you remember me
Roller coaster time
we would have more
I’ll miss your smile in the moonlight.
The way the water bounces off your smile in the rain.
Your warm whisper floating around in my room at night.
I’ll miss you.
I stopped writing poetry when we were together, because all my words became devoted text messages and phone calls. Of course, you were never a man who was good with words, and I grew tired of one sided conversational poems. And you grew tired of my expectations for you to reciprocate. So I guess the pain and exhaustion was mutual. It’s a year and a half later, and I’m writing for the first time in a long time. Maybe this is all over. Maybe the struggle no longer exists, and we both are free. You’re free to keep your words to yourself, and I’m free to set my words on fire. I’m sorry. I guess I’ve always been a solo writer.