i cant stop writing
Maybe it all started because I wanted too much.
Maybe I was just too
in need
to see past anything.
My feelings were too strong,
you couldn't see through.
And now, all I have are these
moments;
brief thoughts I don't want to think (Anymore..),
flashbacks.
I want don't want to remember your voice as I first heard it,
shaky and over a bad connection,
my own voice shaking (trembling) instead for fear. (The voice of a stranger, my best friend, my love..)
I want don't want to remember your lips touching mine
all too gently (you were poetry)
your hands closing over mine.
I want don't want to remember the first time you told me you
loved
me (or any of the other times, any of them at all).
I must can't look at your picture again,
can't be
reminded..
It all happened too
easily,
so slowly and steadily and correctly,
like slipping out of sleep;
a dream I never wanted to end.
You were poetry.
But I'll never have it
I'll never have you
again.