I heard the whispers
of what I once used to say.
He was not mine.
He wasn't.
Really.
I saw you chasing her
around the street,
I heard both of
your laughs put on repeat.
I saw your eyes on her body
and her hands in your hair
I heard my heart break a little,
for me
and for her
because
she might have been yours,
but
you were never hers,
you were the world's.
YOU ARE READING
After He Left
PoetryAfter you left, I wrote you poems that you'll never get to read. Now you're still gone and I'm still writing the words you never got to hear. -------------- The poems are somehow connected, although they can be read alone. This book was actually in...
