november 11th, 2016
words. can't flow out of my fingertips. but my mahogany lips twist into a smile while i am around you.
n o.
i can't write poetry about you anymore >> to you. it hurts. my messages have no way of getting through but trust me
i don't really want them to.
but. i do.
i'm still in love with you.
who the hell knows if i ever was. to begin with. it's so blatant now >>
i took you for granted, somehow. i miss seeing your face,
s o r r y. because. n o,
i'm not allowing this to happen still. i'm done, my ego has won >>
no it hasn't.
i'm still in love with you.
i can't seem to get unstuck from all the things you used to do >> all the words that have been glued
onto me. from you
n o.
her. sorry.
i don't know what to do anymore, when i walk into that door. i pass by him and the look on his face is something my mind can't seem to trace >> what must he think?
"i don't care anymore." i say. well i don't. not about him. i'm tired of hating him, i'm tired of feeling like he was my friend who betrayed me and now, he's just
him.
a guy i used to know. he's not the whole show, he doesn't deserve my energy. no, he doesn't deserve anything from me. so he's only
him.
and i am me. i could tell you >>
n o. her.
all of my faults and fears. everything that's going on through my brain right now, the reason my heart was crying the other night. . i could tell you everything.
sorry. her.
but i won't. i can't let her know a single word a little phrase. these pieces of myself don't all have to be shared.
good luck making sense of this. after all. it's just a bunch of
words.
