it's hard
not to think
about you
and it isn't easier
to think about
that happened
I wish
it were
so simple
to let you go
and not
turn a corner
and see something
that takes me back
to you.
I wish it weren't
this open fucking wound
that doesn't stop bleeding
just makes me dry
too weak
to do anything but
At my damn ceiling
we had been doomed
from the start
but it was
a pleasant ride
I wouldn't give up
for anything.
of course it sucks
and it hurts
as if it's fresh
but you were right
if it wasn't then
it would be later.

The End

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