in the morning

yet i'm here tearing over the memories you built in my body,

begging to hear your voice one last time,

to gain time to spend one more night with you

so i can tell you how perfect you made me feel

because yes, i miss you baby,

i miss the silly nicknames i told you to stop calling me,

i miss the sound of your morning voice, when you called me to wake up

i miss those days you said you were writing songs about me

but the songs i never heard.

i miss the girl i used to be

the happy, radiant, flawless girl you used to love.

the perfect girl i used to feel.

Reviews

[John F]

interesting idea that memories are built in to the physical, like muscle memory... he changed the way you moved, acted, how you walked, held yourself.

the intimacy of 'i miss your morning voice' is fairly startling! it seems like alonging that can be reached for...an ode to your past, but not a past that is consigned to memory.


well done :)

[Rees Thomas]

s**t i feel you're pain sister aha. no on the serious note i think the world has turned me cold. but its you're truth and it hurts

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I like the honesty creative style you used, your poem is at the top of the list, Congratulations.