not just obsessed Poet Free verse

February to April

February fourth, slumped and stoned
your face, again lit up my phone
not even a month and you were in my home
why did I start to miss being alone?

We tried to take each other out
every word, I’d choke from doubt
this was not really meant for me 
rose red colours were all you could see.

You planned our future down to our fridge 
as we walked across the bridge 
my head was loud and so unsure
that you would want this, if you knew more

because 
I wasn’t all that well, didn’t mean to cast a spell
you’d have me cursing my own wishing well.

Those days were endless 
there was no cheat
for such a loveless pain,
I could barely eat
there were tears and there was fear 
because my life had ended up here.

So I had to tell you, when April came
I was reeling, nearly insane
and it probably felt like I’d played a game 
but I owed you the truth, I owed you the pain. 

We never spoke, not one more time 
the months flew by, I would feel fine 
you did nothing wrong, I hope you know
my head was the reason I had to go.

All my muses have become my bruises
but you’re not a wound I wear.

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