Felicia

Oh, just the typical poem about an ex-girlfriend.

Pt. 1

I’ve spent many mornings with my face in the pillow,
Wanting to feel your small fragile frame against my body,
Wanting to caress you in my arms
With my lips pressed gently to the curve of your neck.

I’ve wanted it so badly,
I could’ve sworn the bed sheets almost felt like your skin,
I could’ve sworn you could sense my need for you
Despite being so f*****g far away from me.

There have been times when
I so desperately wanted you to dream of me,
Touching you, breathing down your neck…
And I wanted you to open your eyes wide
And bolt upright in your empty bed
With your hand over your pounding heart,
Trying to regulate your breathing,
And I wanted you to spend the morning
Staring at the ceiling
Feeling hollow with out me.

But you don’t love me anymore,
And now every time I think about us
It feels like you’re from a different lifetime.

Pt. 2

"I wanted to protect you so badly,
And I know you have a habit of straying.
And that's okay
Because you're human
And some humans are just like that,
But I wanted to be there for you.
I wanted to be the one
You'd stray from
And eventually run back to.
I wanted to be the one
Who remained dedicated to you
Through it all."

I always pour my heart out when I'm drunk.
You never respond.

Pt. 3

Sometimes I see pictures of you,
And you look so much like you did in middle school,
And it feels like I was kissing your lips just yesterday.

A bittersweet yearning blooms inside me,
Like purple Four O'Clocks
That only open in the moonlight.

A few seconds of nostalgia
Is all that you are to me now.