Still

Tue, 01/24/2017 - 16:08 -- lizann

I'm with her and feel at ease

 

No

 

That's a lie

I want to write something to convince myself

That her is you 

But it's not

If I kiss her I miss you 

She loves the sky just like you do

But your heart is the only one I see in the moon

Why did I do this to myself and write all these poems

Every inch of you is a poem 

Every breath of you is a poem

Every word you ever said 

And every kiss you ever gave 

were poems

I hate you so much for making me love poetry

No I don't 

I think I hate me 

Either way 

I can't stop writing about you 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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