I don't remember how a poem is supposed to go.
I stare at blank pages and hope for an inspiration that never comes.
You stole so much from me, but this? This is the worst of it.
You stole my love for poetry, and I can never forgive you for that.
Lost In Translation
My heart aches for you. I don't know why, but it does. It needs you. I need you. You'll probably never even see this. That's the crazy part. I'm down on my knees begging for your name to come across my screen, and you'll never see it. It hurts so much. I miss your love, your warmth, and your consistency. I miss you so much...
And you'll never know.
Drowning in my tears
Fighting the depth of my fears
Learning how to breathe again
She was like the little voice in the back of my head reminding me that even though the sun has set, the beauty of the night soothes whatever pain my soul carries
I Knew Things Changed
When I stopped loving you.
You were never mine to begin with, were you?
I do not crave your touch, the subtle brush of your hand against mine.
I do not dream the taste of your lips nor do I fantasize the smoothness of your skin beneath my fingertips.
It is not an ache that fills the hole in my heart, carved in the likeness of your image.
It is not longing that has settled into my bones and keeps me awake at night.
I do not tremble at the sound of your voice.
For I do not love you. I never have and I never will.
I Didn’t Know How To Say I Love You
So I carved this heart of mine from my chest,
Placed it in your hands,
And bled to death at your feet.
Her warmth soothes my soul
Her silent gaze brings me peace
I still look away