"I write this as I sit in your room for what I imagine will be the last time. I write this as I sit on your bed for what I imagine will be the last time. I write this as I look around and let myself fall in love with my surrounding for one last time, before they, like you, will exist only in my memory. A place where I keep things precious to turn to from time to time. This room, this bed, this night- all so undeniably you it almost hurts. Everything reeks of your casual being; everything exudes you. Weird that I'm saying goodbye to your room when I never did say goodbye to you. Never could say goodbye to you. Never wanted to say goodbye to you. But goodbye was written in the sound of your voice, the tears in my eyes and in the taste of your tongue. So goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye for tonight, forever, till we meet again. This will be the last night I allow myself to drown in you. From tomorrow, I am learning how to swim."
--goodbye, i will always love you
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midnight // love poems
Poetryi'm trying to get over you. it should be easy, we never talk. but damn, in my dreams we do. || c o l l e c t i o n o f p o e m s ||
