Well if you can't figure it out by the end of the poem I wrote this after a pretty rough breakup. I know, I know, "one of those!" But I've found it easy to express myself and easier to cope with if I put it down in words. Otherwise I bottle it up and... well I don't get anywhere!
No more good mornings, no more good nights,
no more "I love you" as I turn off the lights.
Feeling so empty, so unfulfilled,
that once which held me,
has suddenly spilled.
Wanting and waning, hurting or paining,
regardless the sensation is there.
These sensations; the scent of your skin, the feel of your hair
the despondence in your smile,
the steady breathing... a comfort, such simple things I'd grown used to for awhile.
The giggle and smirk, the cry, the cough,
the moan and those airs,
nuances had become routine as we'd become a pair.
Perpetually underestimated, eventually undone.
The desire for me was lost. I miss you and I'll miss you.
I hope that you find what was misplaced because I cannot.
As well this cannot convey the time we shared, the memories we made,
the content I felt.
But know that my being has been imprinted by a persistence,
this pressure almost unbearable.
But I am strong, I'll continue on,
this passage without that which once held me.
May 9th, 2010 - December 27th, 2010
Expression isn't logical... I don't think.