no, i don't want to think badly
of you, to hate you, to hurt or
have all these thoughts of us
bite me - like our abrupt end
it stings to think or speak your name
when it slips and slides past my lips
it's so painful i'd prefer to eat my tongue -
(do you think of my mouth, how you held it?)
i hate the questions
& the reminders
& the unresolved
the ways we mistreated us
how sadness comes up behind me
grabs hard, sinks into my shoulder
left a mark there that won't let me
forget - just yet - how i miss you.
- adp, 02 August 2009, edited 03 August 2009 @ 2:22pm
