anniversary
Moving on
is hard
for someone
so sentimental
as myself
And as i find
myself embedded
in the contemplation
of my day
i lay awake
exhausted, but
restless
a deep insomnia
not of the body
but of the soul
i hold onto her
still
i miss her
so
so much
i wonder why she left me.
was it my fault
i knew it was going to end
but still
it aches so much so
things have changed
since you left
its gotten better
at least so
i hope
there are things
in this world
to be so pretty as
to break
one's heart
and every time
i see you
it hurts
more than my
physical pains
i know i ought
to let go of
you.
but maybe i don't
want to
lest i forget
as all things fade
with the
slow trickle
of time
all that remains
of her soft lips
a warm euphoria
washing over us
locked in an embrace
but ultimately ephemeral
i left for my motel room
memories of colors
shapes and form
on that damp spring night
and we never had
that third time together
it stung like a needle
but the ache of injection
that lingers
but time rolls on
irrespective of my sentiments
seeing you again, just isn't
the same as it once was
its time to move on
its been a year now
and maybe, i am over you
but i have a nasty habit
of picking at my wounds
and relishing in the fresh blood
so angry
so tired
so heartbroken
so jaded
so
scars cover
what once bled
and i look there
reminded every time
as i run my finger over
maybe i am happy now.