Who are you now?
Because I’m pretty sure I
Strongly, strong, strongly dislike you
in the very least.
Because right now,
I’m falling to pieces.
And it’s not getting easier.
And time doesn’t heal (
And I’ve tried forgiveness,
it quickly gets replaced with bitterness.
your leaving was catalyst.
And maybe I didn’t deserve answers then,
but I am past due for your rational reasons
why you left
or felt you had to,
why you waited until I
confessed my sins and fears,
keeping them all buried inside your chest.
I never treasured you,
but the smiles that you gave me,
the ones that stayed on my face as I fell
both are now synonyms,
because at least sleeping dogs don’t lie.
your bark never matched
the bite you left,
gaping in my side;
at least you could’ve stayed and
enjoyed my bleeding out.
Let’s make one thing clear:
that I am not in love with who you are
but rather who you were,
or should I now say what?
I know that I love ghosts of
and I’m pretty sure
your brow doesn’t furrow the way it used to.
I’m sure you sit behind a desk,
attend a class,
and know your life holds far more stress
than I ever could have given you.
But I loved you, babe.
Damn, did I love you,
And damn me,
but I refuse to let that love live forever,
when my future does not include
and dead lovers
with no pretty words to
warm me or my bed
at 3AM each night.