Feeling heartbroken
Is better
Than feeling stupidAnd that's how I feel now
It ruins you in a whole new way
Feeling dumb like thisI can't think
Or create
Or breathe sometimesBecause I remember how you held me
And then I remember it was a lie
So am I writing the truthOr did I make it up?
Is it all a story?
Did I dream you?Falling in love
And falling out of it
Are not the same feelingsBut both tear you open anyways
Filling you with excitement
Then filling you with embarrassmentYou're the splat
On the sidewalk below
And the building I jumped fromI am the long walk
You're the short pier
And the ocean I drown in stillYour scent wafts from
Darkened corners of my mind
A nightmareYou spill into daytime
And I remember the ways
You manipulated meAnd how I loved you anyway
I remember sleepless nights
And unanswered phone callsI remember crying
Over the nothing you gave me
And how you never asked about itI remember the threats
That you would just die
If I ever leftAnd how when I finally did
You just walked the other way
I made myself sickAnd for what?
And now I feel stupid
And uselessAnd like if you said it again
And sounded like you meant it
I would come backClimbing up the building
With bloodied fingernails
Clinging to hope once againFalling through feelings
And cracking skulls on the
Pavement when you said noI don't like to bring you up anymore
Because I regret
How deeply I feltBecause I was the only one
But I miss how you made me feel
Because I never realizedHow empty life was without you
And I can recognize that now
And I hate how stupid I soundBecause maybe that's what drove you away
Falling in love is hard
But falling out of it is worse
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Yellow Paint : A Collection of Midnight Thoughts
PuisiAn ever-growing manifesto of the musings that keep me up at night Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought making his insides bright would make him happy. Writing is my yellow paint.