everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
i was in your arms, cradled just
perfectly so that i could hear the never-ending
thump-thump-thump of your
heart beat.
"never ending".
i had thought that the only thing worse than that
silence was the
cacophony of
wails and mumbles that i heard while waiting for
the doctor to emerge but
i must have been wrong.
there is silence-
silence! how
silly it must seem to you,
to be scared of silence.
most people crave those few moments a day where
they get to rest their ears but
no.
there was this silence that filled my
whole house-my rooms, my
windows even were hidden in your shadow.
i can't even look out a window without seeing
some type of memory that was
keep hidden in those
spots i still pass on the street the
ones that hold our secrets and our
very first kisses and our
endless gasps and giggles.
everything hurt and nothing was beautiful.
no,
even my book shelves were stained with your finger prints,
as if you had dipped
your hands into ink before touching anything.
do i make my meaning clear?
i'm sorry for not waiting by your side but
even now
i see your face in everything.
nothing was beautiful,
except for you.
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
