Love Hurts A Lot…
I loved our knotted fingers,
Happily drowning in your backwards embrace,
Not bothering to fill the silence
We joked about being Romeo and Juliet.
We pulled each other through, day to day
But just as quickly pushed away
Ripping apart the binding tendrils
We can’t grow them back now because of her.
It was unlike you, but you don’t regret it.
Why did you settle for less than plan A?
I want you to be happy with me,
Don’t be better with her, okay?
Reading through the thoughts you’d written down and given to me
I enjoyed your words, your honesty,
Your beliefs, your music, your emotion, your touch,
Your phenomenal self. Now, that all is fading.
Your new language pierces my skin, were you ever honest?
The music brings back memories, all which make me cry.
Your touch is gone and so are you.
The you I want.
Miss C Aged 15