It’s been too long
It’s been too long since I have had the urge to write about you.
We had rolled in glorious limbs and parted lips on your living room floor.
We had stared into each other’s eyes and I had told you how much
I loved
You
And you.
Did that thing
Were you didn’t say yes and you didn’t say no.
But
You said you loved me.
So I clung to it
But never typed it out
It’s turned to cement inside me.
I kissed the boy with the cold eyes and the black hair.
He wasn’t you.
All northern accent
But a love for word
Not for action
In this,
He’s so much like you.
These web-like chains that I thought I could burst through
Have entangled me into feeling nothing now.
Not even for you.
I can’t write anymore.
I just don’t care.
I just don’t weep
Pretending to be strong
Has made me
Rot from the inside out.
I feel wasted and left
Hopeless
and full of regret.