I wrote.
I wrote all the things
I couldn’t say
Or didn’t get to
Experience.
I wrote the happy ending
I deserved but didn’t get.
I described the kisses
We should’ve shared.
I wrote how your smile
Made me feel
And how your words
Made be bleed.
I wrote how you toar
My heart and
Made scars that would
Haunt me for years to come.
I wrote about the good things
And the bad ones.
But mostly the bad ones.
I wrote.
Because that’s all I could do.
I wrote myself things that
You could never give me.
And I wrote a world
Where your promises
Weren’t empty and
Your kisses were real.