#ex lover

were my

sanctuary—

the quiet

in the storm,

until you became

I was yours. And all you did was take,

And take. And take some more.

You said, "You're just nothing like the girl I fell for..."

the one you forgot at my place,

the very first night you slept in my bed.

i dont know if i miss you.

you left wounds on my heart,

still too fresh to call scars.

the scabs have not yet fallen off,

and maybe i am scratching them,

by putting on the last thing of yours that i kept.

i threw it all away.

i couldn't bare to have anything that reminded me of your face.

but now.

it is really over.

you wont come back begging anymore.

i've told my friends the things i can't forgive.

i would be too ashamed to walk back into your arms.

yet all i want to do is call.

i want to hear your voice.

i want you to tell me i'll be alright.

i want you to sleep by my side,

steal my blanket,

and pull me closer in the middle of the night.

i miss the little things.

all that beauty, all that charisma

where did they go to?

the man i see is a shell of what he once was

he’s made of stone and heartbreak,

talks in metaphors and classics,

he’s melancholic 

he stares out the window, 

watching crows pass by.

where did my ex lover go?

the one sculpted by Michelangelo

with his angelic laugh.

the one who charmed all the ladies

and swore it was second nature.

my lover who danced in the rain

and spoke french at night.

my beloved lover with his heart of gold