when you say
you miss me
is it
my soul
or body
and when i think
i miss you
maybe
i don't really doa terrible thing to say.
we'd be close
and lay
next to each other but
heat
is not
heart
black blood spilling
in the dead of night
take my broken heart
and learn to cry
give me crushed wings
to swim into the sea
drink your sunken eyes
but i can't see
you say
you miss me
but are we missing
each other
or the point
the target's
askew .
if only
we knew
if my heart
was missing
or just not missing you
YOU ARE READING
heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.