I wish when you crossed my mind,

It was as sweet as the coffee I drink.

But you no longer compare to that taste.

To you I was just there to pass your time.

To me you grew into this lovely idea,

I consumed myself in it.

You became a craving to my lips.

I was addicted to the sweet taste you gave me.

You left me to my own thoughts to eat me away,

when I sent all those texts.

When you replied with none.

I just want you to verbally tell me it's over.

So I can hate you and let you go.

Making you only a distant memory,

I can no longer hold. 

The End

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