This is not a love poem, it’s a bad idea.

I’m not gonna do this,
I’m not gonna write some obscure poem with references only you will understand.
There are so many unfinished poems in the space between us written in my head while I’ve fallen asleep.
So I’m done, I’m done with hasty kisses against the wall and hands through messy hair.
I’m done with remembering how I felt like a grenade under your touch, always going off.
Broken vessels grappling for each other under duvets, I’m done.
There are a million stars in the universe and I bet I can name them all before you’ll even consider coming back to me.
And I need to start questioning why I’ve been dreaming about you so much lately.
Let’s be honest, I was never good for you and you kept your blanket shell wrapped pretty tight around you.
So I’m not gonna do this,
I’m not gonna write some “I’m finally over you” poem with a silent “no I’m not” wrapped around it.

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2 responses to “This is not a love poem, it’s a bad idea.

  1. vienna

    I love it. Your writing is good.

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