I could look at our

Mon, 08/22/2016 - 00:47 -- kamala

I could look at our old letters and miss

When love swept me into perfection, or insanity - 

Whatever it is, I have felt

Lost without you for three years. 

 

And it hurts to say so, because, of course

I was the one who shot the bullet

that ended our time. 

 

Every wave I've ridden has been so painful without you

By my side. It is but relief to confess

As I sit in this bed where I took you in,

when my parents were away.

Look at the window I would shiver by, 

Awaiting your touch in the middle of the night. 

 

When I tutor kids who are on their way to college, sometimes

I feel bitterness in my chest, and it starts turning

The edges of my mind, fraying them with time. 

 

A hurt like poison burning

When it goes down; seeing them in their

phases of young love or sweet oblivion.

 

I can't remember how many times I wanted to grow up faster, 

push my life to lift off,

But now that I'm floating I miss the feel of the ground,

as I strode forward with stupid confidence and 

Glowed like honey

in your gaze of love.

This poem is about: 
Me

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