I hate that I could still feel you there
Before I actually knew you were
That breathless feeling
I had almost forgotten what that felt like
What missing you felt like
"I just seen him in the parking lot"
My hands start to tremble
Heart racing
"You don't miss him?"
"I don't want to see him"
I don't know who I was trying to convince more
Your friend or myself
I still felt you there
And even though I wish I hadn't
The nostalgia cured a piece of me
I had almost forgotten that powerful hold you had on me
The sea of messy brown curls hazel eyes and goofy smile
I almost seen you that day
And if we're being honest
I wanted to
Your friends talk about you all of time
I'm happy that you're happy
I don't know who I'm trying to convince more
You or myself
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
