I said I love you one day
Just by muscle memory
And I realized what I said
To late
Why have we stopped
saying I love you to each other
It’s been giving me heartache
It’s shattering me like a hammer to glass
Why have we grown so distant
It’s been killing me to see that distance grow
It’s growing like a tumor inside my heart
We still talk but
My brain struggles to comprehend
That together we are no more
We are no more
I remind myself every time we call
With every hello
I bite my lip
We are no more
I remind myself every night
With every goodbye
I torture myself
I won’t say I love you if you don’t
About the Creator
Ev.E
I remember writing my first poems in middle school... it was hell.
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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