You don't know
how much my hand hurts
after writing your name
over
and over
and over,
waiting for it to lose its meaning,
waiting for this blank page
to absorb your memory–
the way you made me laugh,
the way I fell victim
to the sound of your voice,
and the way our goodbye
felt more vivid than our hello.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
