The next manA Poem by Lilaa
Your lips I still taste,
your hands I still memorize,the way your posture sits when tugging me in close, every tiny detail, has been jolted into my wits like tiny needles injecting the skin of the innocence Everything about you still remains, the uncertainty of our future still lingers in these post cards I never end up sending, your name still slips out of my lips like we never fell apart, the heaviness of this empty letter box leaves the air feeling so thin and loneliness my biggest company I do not know how long It will take me to love another or how long it will take for me to look at a man and not think revulsion, not think pain, pain you inflected so easily, so professionally These scars you left marking my purity, is nothing compared to the single pain engravings you left on my tattered heart, the tiny spoken promises you gave to me on a silver platter Do not apologize to me, but apologize to the next man who tries to captivate my heart, the next man who insists his spoken promises are filled with the truth, the truth I never witnessed from you Do not apologize to me but apologize to the next man who is doing it right
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