One day I wont need to see the sun rise on your face
It’ll be then that I’ve finally gotten over you
I can then lay on “your side of the bed”
I continue to sleep uncomfortably without you
I need to re-teach myself how to cook for only me
I’m sure there will be leftovers like a mofo until
I get the hang of not thinking I must feed two
You’re favorite meal had become mine
I shouldn’t cook it again for it reminds me of you
I hope soon I can go out with the same friends
You and I made - be it strange or awkward
Not only for them but for me
I hear you’ve already moved forward
I have become the third wheel without you
What should I do?
Why did this happen
How could we have said those hurtful things
Why didn’t one of us just stop talking to the other
And start holding one another
I knew I hurt you
You knew I was hurt too
You said you didn’t need this trouble
When did that become my name
You said I deserve better than this
But I was happier with you
Than without you
How do I let go of you
How can I look at another without comparing you
I guess you were right when you said
Anything worth having is worth fighting for
Not fighting with
And we were fighting with each other
more than for each other
regardless of the risk
But these things happen I guess
It may not be normal but what in life is
I cannot loose you
I’ve already lost myself
I need you
I still love you
WooooW! This really hit home with me. I was hanging on to someone, that I know I didn't have any business holding on too! But you my dear have said it all. Very well done. It had a soft but firm touch. All of your words made me feel even the smallest reaction.
F1 brings phenomenal to the board. This is pure, rich, uncut reality in a coded matrix of words the decipher through reading and these words enter our minds through understanding and stir our emotions, inspire to remember how it was for us, our mothers, or other women we know. This is the essence of art.
for some reason... with the stuff i am going through now i have a feelings i will be able to relate to this poem 100 percent very soon. this is a poem i dont want to relate to because im tired of feeling the pain but i already start to feel it. nice write