Your kiss
is still fresh on my lips
and I watch you walk away

And see the wrinkles in your shirt
from where my hands grasped it tight
start to soften and smooth

There's no use crying...

You said you loved me
And I believed it
But,
I'm right now
feeling the distance between us

It is bone rattling
Shake me to the very core
Heartbreak

It is that hollow dull ache
That no amount of alcohol,
Or antidepressants,
or really anything
can cure...

And I fade away
Like a bright beautiful sunset
Succumbing to the inevitable
Black Night

Or..
Like the sun
Cast off
By heavy storm clouds

I touch my lips
to quiet the still buzzing
memory of you

You are a winter frost
and my insides are icy
...And anxious
...And screaming
...And desperate

You said that you loved me
And I believed it
But the look in your eyes
Tells a different story

And I can't rewrite the ending
No matter how hard I try

And life will go on
For both of us

And I will write about you...

To release the demons
and the skeletons
that you left behind

And you...
You will find that perfect someone
and maybe once in a while
think of me

And maybe my work will be published

And maybe someday
You will read me

I, the now tormented poet
And you, the jet setter
Who happens to find my work
Left carelessly on a table
at a coffee shop
in our hometown

And maybe,
you will fall in love again
while thumbing through the pages

But then she'll bring your coffee
and give you a kiss

And you will tell her
How you once knew me
A long time ago
And how sad my poetry seems

And she will comment
That all poets are sad
and she will kiss you once again
as you guide her to the exit

And you will glance over your shoulder
for one last look
and unconsciously
press your fingers to your lips
To quiet the still buzzing memory
of our last kiss...

01/07/2015

Posted on 01/07/2015
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