walls

I had all of you,

Most of you.

Loving you,

Close to you.

 

You meant the most to me

I meant the most to you

 

Now I have most of you,

Some of you,

None of you.

 

My body’s a ghost of me

Missing the fun of you.

 

Our words became hollow,

Expected to fill.

But words that are empty

Give emptiness still.

 

For when you judge someone,

You put up a wall.

And no matter the climb

You choose that they fall.

 

There’s a rift between choosing

To ask or ignore

If it angers you darling,

I want it no more

 

But give reassurance

So at least I know this:

Is the one that I love

Still the one that I miss?

 

Or should this then be asked,

As it comes from above,

Is the one that I miss

Still the one that I love?

This poem is about: 
Me

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