…keep thinking of you…
I don’t regret that you have left.
It’s just the way you did.
It’s not that I am bereft.
It’s not that I didn’t try.
It’s just that I was dying
And you, actually, did die.
Tag: sadness
Last Things
Bottles of medicines –
Empty now and lying there –
The last of your shampoo
I used on my hair.
The black comb
You forgot to take –
The socks in the drawer –
Careless mistakes –
The pop socket broke –
We bought it, us three –
These little, last things
You won’t ever see.
I hold on to them
Like pieces of a heart,
And wonder when
The moving on shall start.
Guilt-free-ly
Now I have none I need confess to:
The sex being done is guilt-free.
Though you have never been lied to,
I could never be completely me.
Your face loomed in the past and it still does;
But, now that my heart and faith lie broken,
There’s really not much left on for fuss,
I’m sure every word has been spoken.
You can fuck as much as you wish now;
Maybe differences will make you see
All of life, post moving on from each vow,
Can not replace the love you got from me.
Hearts Still Care 
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