You believe my poems have been about you, but you couldn't be more wrong. My thoughts may drift from your time to time, but my darling boy, these are not fairy tales of running through the deep brown oak forest,
It's daydreams of diving into his deep, dark blue eyes and letting him fill my lungs
My muse's fluffy golden hair is what I dream of running my fingers through
You have got nothing in comparison to him
He the curse you had on me
Pulled me from the trance you had left me in
He took what you broke and glued it back together again
I love you, yes, a part of me always will
But, this will be my last ever poem about you
I thought I had already written it,
But here we are, yet again, speaking like good old friends
So, let me say one last thing before I say goodbye
You shook my world like an earthquake
Shattering my very existence into oblivion
You broke my walls down just to see what made me tick, what made me bleed
Your tight grip drained the life from my eyes
You poured me out and drank up every. last. drop.
You, my love, my little bug, will never be who I write about again
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
