I’m a liar. There, I said it. But, it’s not like I want to be a liar, I really don't want to be. I want to be able to look you in the eyes and tell you I won’t write another one about you and it be true, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to. Not without my eye twitching and revealing my poker face
I fear there will always be a poem dedicated to you mixed within the well loved journals
I don’t write about you every time, breaking the tension with the troubles of life, the problems I face on a day to day
Then, I turn the page at the same time the song switches, our song plays quietly through my speakers
Before I have the nerve to stop myself, the words come flying from my fingertips, and suddenly they’re all about you once again
The scratching of the pen being over powered by the sound of my thoughts, your voice singing in my head, the rest of the world fading away as the words spill onto the paper with ease
No matter how much I wish it wasn't true, there will always be one more poem I write about you
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
KöltészetLosing 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.
