I still have your number saved in my phone
With a parenthesis that says 'not talking'
I used to read back though our messages
When I was feeling alone
I wasnt very okay then, in some ways I was worse than now
I thought I was going crazy
You didnt know how to deal with that
I didnt either
For months after, it hurt when i saw you
You looked happy, laughed loud with our old friends
As i shrunk into a sheath of of blood and darkness
When you looked at me, my body rebelled:
1. I couldnt breathe
2. My plams sweated
3. My hands shook
4. My chest tightened
5. my skin itched
I thought you judged me, hated me, laughed at me
Maybe you did
Maybe you still do
I wouldnt be that surprised.
I don't care anymore, I don't need your fucking validation
(if I'm nothing to you, why should I let you control me)
I liked you, loved you, hated you, blamed you, left you, missed you, resented you.
We're not the best of friends anymore.
Would you even admit that we once were?
YOU ARE READING
The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
