You Told Me to Write You a Poem
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"You Told Me to Write You a Poem"
It's nights like these
Where the starts themelves seem to mock me
Because I know we see the same sky
A thousand miles apart
And to simply hold your hand
I would need to cross a continent
So, although we see the same stars
Their beauty is dimmed without your light
It's mornings like these
When I miss you the most
The snow falls like it's rushing to cover a secret
My tea burns my hand
My blanket scratches at my legs
Yet these are small annoyances
Hot tea and a woolen nightmare are nothing
Compared to the feeling of rolling over at 3:00 am
Reaching for your hand
And gripping nothing but air
It's people like you
Who make me question myself
You began as a cinnamon fantasy
Warm and tempting
You developed into an altruistic promise
That I found myself unable to keep
Now that you're gone
My mind turns you into gravity
The only thing that keeps me rooted to who I should be
Chief, you told me to write you a poem
But fast forward a month
And you're not even here to witness it
My cinnamon fantasy
My altruistic promise
My gravity
It's my turn to leave
Maybe this time you'll miss me, too