I can’t let my head get filled with these thoughts
because then I’m reminded of what could have been
I’m reminded I’m still hurt
I’m still sad
I still miss you
I’m reminded there was no closure
No talk, no discussion
No chance for us to speak unfiltered
No way for me to say how much I love you
And how you broke me to pieces
One time after another
How can I tell you now
That every time I read a poem
It stings a little with the thought of you
Every sad line, every broken word
Screams your essence
And it stings me
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