An Unconventional Love
If I never see your face again I'll only mind a little
Or more than a little but less than a lot
I won't remember where you once lay your hands
And where you once lay your head
As I lie where you lay on your side of the bed.
I miss being a puppet trying to sever its strings
I miss cradling those moods of delicate glass
The adrenaline rush when I had cradled too hard
The cowering as I scooped up the mess
The constant strive to be more than second best.
My eyes will be dry when I see you with him
I'll let them be moist, but I won't let them drown
I'm creating false hope that in time I will forget
So I curse the hourglass and praise the V
Knowing it is why you are no longer with me.

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ReplyDeleteAww you're too kind :) Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! That poem is really good!
ReplyDeleteThank you Merriam :D
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