What I wanted to do, was text my lover from the summer.
My hands rolled out raspberry scones instead.
What I wanted to do, was send you a podcast about that Bittersweet book I started.
Instead, I let my hair be trimmed to the floor, your scent still clinging to the tips.
What I wanted to do, was ask "Are you sure?!"
I folded warm towels instead.
What I wanted to do, was send a beautiful photo of the me that you'll miss.
But I slathered those raspberry scones in butter instead.
What I wanted to do, was bring back your boxers I wore home last month.
Instead, I turned up my pisces playlist.
What I wanted to do, was keep my chin up to prove how loveable and strong I am.
I let the tears come instead.
What I wanted to do, was keep it all to myself, your departure folded neatly into my chest.
Instead, I reached out and received.
What I wanted to do, was declare renunciation from love, once and for all.
Then, I cried in my brother's arms instead.
About the Creator
Auntie Licious
She is a never ending story written in the stars.
Alyssa has been a lifelong writer, having recently begun sharing her creations more widely. Her poems are inspired by nature, heartache, activism, sensitivity and mental health.
Comments (2)
I felt this one! Wonderfully written.
This hit me SO hard because it was extremely relatable! I'm a Pisces too so I loved the mention of Pisces playlist. I'm so sorry you're going through this 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️