She used to be a go-to-girl. It's been over a year you see,
so why can't I stop missing her memory?
Tell her what you bite back and you'll run away
You'll leave like you did that September day.
Pass her by and wonder why,
It's been so long, why do I try?
Why do I want what I only fear,
I only want to speak until she's near.
Feel her presence and you'll shake,
the world will rumble, your legs will quake
Thoughts that burn and hurt and painfully ache.
Tears stream down your face as you hyperventilate.
You have friends who love you, don't you know?
Your emotions are valid, let them show!
But they laugh and stare when I tell them how I feel,
"Stop being overdramatic" and "That's not even real."
They mean well and well I know
But when they laugh at me I'm so alone.
However I'm okay, I operate solo,
I'm my favorite comfort, my arms are my safest home.
Can you miss someone who brings you pain?
I swear I'll leave her again if nothings changed.
But she's warmth and laughter, she's vibrant and sweet
And if this time it's healthy, we could become the happy memories.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
