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Missing

I guess you could say

I failed to love him.

But what does love mean?

The word tastes sour… raw,

Like fruit past its prime,

Or wine marred by air.

You could as soon say

He failed to love me.

But no one taught him

How to woo a girl.

So he just… bored me.

Words thrill me more than

His meek touch once did.

But I spoke too soon,

Too much, and too loud,

Words he did not earn.

So I quit, for shame.

I packed my flushed cheeks,

My iced tears. My pens.

I left him, and wept.

Asked “Why...?” and “Why not...?”

“Whys?” get old fast, though.

Life sprints on fast, too.

I hear he’s found love.

I hope that she’s sweet.

I don’t see his face

when I close my eyes.

Just those deep smile lines…

Those bright brown North Stars…

But I don’t miss him...

Just the dreams he gave.

#nostalgia #love #breakup #poetry #memory

Sidenote - Hi everyone! I’ve been MIA for an incredibly long time - I might do a proper update sometime soon, but basically, I graduated, moved, got a big girl job, and continue making music. Life got busy and I had to prioritize other things, but **thank you** to everyone who’s continued to follow my work. You all motivate me! I’m very rusty when it comes to creative writing, but hopefully I’ll get into the swing of this again soon. Sending you all love for the holidays!