my last words for youA Poem by MoebiaSo many summers I spent with you. I hope you enjoyed them too. I remember the Sunday afternoons when you came to pick me up in your shabby truck it smelled like old food. you were always a bit dirty, and it got on my nerves. I wonder if you will remember our silly conversations, our crazy attempts to get drunk, though we never did. I will never forget your sweet touch when you held me on your bed, and the way the summer sun beat down on our bodies, morphed into one. My love, my sweet. gentle love I won't ever forget what you did to me. And as much as I love our memories I forced myself to love me more. And when I kissed your cheek and said goodbye, for the last time, I felt my insides shrivel up and die. How much I wish I could just pick up my phone and give in to you, let you take me again under your comforting wing But I'm trying to figure out how to move through the universe. And it's f*****g hard knowing you aren't thinking of me and that 1,095 days meant nothing to you I admit, I hope we meet in the end. If heaven is real, I hope to see you when you're better, when we can embrace without any secrets But never again will I let you hurt me. And just saying these last words to you, makes me die a little.
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1 Review Added on August 16, 2016 Last Updated on August 16, 2016 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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