losing you was more than a silly break up, comparable to death even its not loss its more of waste
i may act like i dont care but i still feel you in the air
and i still wear you like you’re my favorite sweater
i still hear you strolling through my mind and in my voice i still see you remembering when you held my hand we were waiting in line
your familiar makeup its gentle shine
im afraid that im not me,
im just what you’ve created me to be
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poetry written this morning as I watched it get light out
the trees will still grow the wind will still sigh
the sun will still rise, and the birds- they’ll still fly
the moon will still shine and although you’re no longer mine i will choose life
and i, like the flowers, will bloom not for you
today i choose to live for me, for me.
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