My shitty poetry diary

Mourning a love

The first thing I did when I woke today was check for your Goodmorning.
Then It hit me that I was mourning.
Mourning a life not lost but a love.

And I know that I was the one to give goodbyes first
But that didn't mean I wasn't crying like a baby when I said I wasn't okay.
But I've never felt a weight off my chest like that.
And maybe we would've survived,
But I knew it was for the better.

I went to press the call button next to the name I've blushed over so many times.
My after noon was ruined after It hit me that I can't call you and tell you the nonsense that is bouncing around in my head.
And what would I even say?
Would I ask if you were okay?

Cause I'm not.
I checked my phone at 10:30pm,
Looking for your goodnight.
And then remembered that there won't be one because I took flight.
But that doesn't mean I don't imagine your hands around my waist to get me to sleep.

And if we're meant to draw back to each other again,
Then we will rise like stars and join constellations.
But until then, I'll convince myself that what I did was for the better,
And our dust of passion will linger the air around my midnights and your mid mornings.

This is not edited, will probably go back and edit later.