It’s almost our anniversary and I just wanna cry.
The seasons changed you, not me.6 word story
You smiled and,
I forgot to breathe.
The Things I Couldn’t Say:
I know this is real.
I need you.
I would take a chance.
I could be with you always.
I don’t want you.
I made a mistake.
Ask me to stay.
You’re holding me together.
I want you.
I crave your touch.
I don’t trust you.
You made me believe in forever.
You hurt me.
You destroyed me.
You let me fall.
I’m not sorry.
Take me back.
I don’t need you.
"I don’t know how you feel."
I spend every day remembering,
What being in your arms feels like.
Every poem and story I’ve written,
Has your name hiding in plain sight.
My feelings are as simple as this:
I have not and will not stop loving you.
I have not and will not stop missing you.
I am unable to cope with the loss of you.
I am unable to cope with the heart I broke.
"Are you awake?"
But I never am.
I am always asleep,
Dreaming of you.
I can’t breathe. Who does that? Who fucking does that?
"One upon a time," she would start,
My head always on her chest.
Our lungs would try to find a,
Rhythmic breathing and,
Her voice managed to,
Never exceed a whisper,
As if her words were meant,
Only for the girl wrapped,
In layers of warmth and love.
I was never good at listening to,
The stories from start to finish.
My mind would wander from images,
Of a soldier in dangerous combat,
To her American flag boxers,
With a striped tank top tucked,
Under the elastic band.
It was one of her nighttime habits,
Like laying on her stomach,
Or having to hold onto something-
Anything as she drifted away to dreams.
"Are you listening still?"
I would mumble a sleepy reply,
And on her story would go.
The solider was a girl with short hair,
Pretending to be her brother.
But I could hardly focus,
On anything but her heartbeat,
Going haywire on her once again.
Was she nervous this time,
Or was erratic behavior to be blamed,
On her daytime activities?
Like the heroes of her stories,
She was adventurous,
Protective, honorable, and loving.
How was I laying there,
With this beautiful girl?
"Are you awake?"
She would ask again,
Because more often than not,
My mind would take me away,
Before I could hear the happy ending.
I nodded my head against her chest,
And would reach up to kiss,
Underneath her chin.
I could hear the smile in her story,
After each kiss.
I would fall asleep falling in love,
With the curve of her smile,
Or the way her eyebrows would,
Spring out in different directions.
And although I never knew,
The end of her bedtime stories,
I knew she was my happy ending.
But time and distance,
Were not in fairytales because,
There is no fingers twirling in hair,
Or waking to the movement,
Of her constantly fidgeting body.
There is no whisper,
To put my mind to rest.
There is only the memory,
Of her voice in my ear promising,
"Goodnight, never good-bye."