a/n idk sad ig
poem
harry's pov
do you remember me,
like i remember you?
the nights we stayed up too late
and talked about dumb tattoos?
when we laughed,
because everything was funny.
when we cried,
because the pain was unbearable.
when we fought,
because we needed each other's love to survive.
well, i do louis.
and i miss everything.
i saw you the other day, you know.
just walking in the park,
holding hands with that blonde girl.
it kind of really hurt.
not that i can feel,
i'm just an abandoned wreck of me,
of harry, of hazza.
i'm basically a ghost.
i'm a shell of a person,
without you beside me.
i guess my life shouldn't have depended on you,
but how could it not?
you were loving,
caring,
you treated me really well.
i thought you were my ever after.
i saw you the other day,
a smile on your face,
and a laugh in the air.
you looked beautiful,
fluffy hair, blue eyes, small hands,
red lips.
fuck,
i used to hold those hands and kiss those lips.
maybe it was all a fever dream,
maybe i didn't deserve you.
no,
i definitely didn't deserve you.
my body feels empty,
but broken.
i'm just a man with a fake smile,
but real sadness.
and i'm sorry i wasn't good enough.
my tears are evaporated
and my eyes are dry,
but my salty cheeks will never replace you,
another guy could never replace you.
apparently that blonde could replace me.
i'm fucking broken without you.
when i saw you the other day,
i vaguely wondered,
if you still think about me.
if her body just doesn't feel right in your hands.
if you miss my laugh.
if you wish to be holding me instead.
but i sigh,
of course you're not.
i saw you the other day,
i said i love you.
not to your face,
because i didn't have the nerve.
but it's true.
i love you, though you broke me.
i'm sorry i wasn't enough.
i believe my exact words were;
i love you, lou.
forever and always.
i love your hands,
and how they fit in mine.
i love your hair,
and the softness of it's touch.
i love your lips,
and the feeling i get when they kiss me.
i love you,
i love you,
i love you.
let your love be the cure to my void,
the empty pit of my soul,
to be renewed with your nonexistent touch.
there was this one day,
on the 28th of september,
we promised to each other,
with rings and tied knots.
i never plan on breaking this one.
even if you did.
maybe this is the end.
of me,
of us,
of everything,
i'm not quite sure.
but when i saw you the other day,
i knew i couldn't have you.
so goodbye, for real this time.
may your eyes be only for my dreams,
and your hands my imagination.
your scent a burnt out candle,
and your laugh a forgotten sound.
and you,
the ghost that haunts my past, present and future.
maybe i'll see you again,
on another day.
a/n so yeah. just kinda idk.
poem :/
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