two years ago today
i gave you my first kiss.
a year ago today
we sat together at lunch
and you picked a crumb off my lip.
a gesture of comfort and domesticity.
we had been dating for over a year.
today we sit on opposite sides of a room.
we are no longer in love.
the air between us is still charged.
no longer in love doesn't mean
i don't still love you.
it just means there's hate in the love.
blood in the wound. pus in the blood.
infection so deep it's in the bone
and needs to be surgically removed.
my heart still holds your memory tenderly,
i think of you softly from time to time
but i'll cut off both my hands
before i reach for you again.
loving you has become so toxic.
or maybe it always was.
you know what they say about
love being blind.
what a shame that a love so powerful
could go to such waste.
YOU ARE READING
greenhouse filled with ghosts
Poetry"once upon a time i made you my world i still haven't rewritten that part." poems i wrote 5 years & 2 heartbreaks after my peak on wattpad. as personal as it gets.
