Number 14

Tue, 12/17/2013 - 23:47 -- jesssj

You creep into my mind,

I’m settled on the decision made,

But memories aren’t so kind.


The whistles and hair,

The foulness that was shared,

But it wasn’t vile to me.

You taught me how to breathe.


It is hard to realise,

These goodbyes,

They’re good for something.


It is such a relief,

Your beliefs,

They turned us into nothing.


What and uncanny impression,

What was more than infatuation.


The simple sighs lined

The words hard to find

But it didn’t bother me.

You made me smile with no fee.


You slip into my head,

I accept those feelings today,

But I’m reminded before bed.

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