Roses Are Not Red
Blood stains cover the person you use to be
Each drop is a memory gone
I know you loved me
And that’s what helps me move on.
You’re stuff still lays here
I can’t seem to throw it away
But I can’t bear to have it near.
Every time I look at it, I think of you and how you disappeared.
You vanished from my life, a ghost of your former self stayed.
The person I once knew was gone.
Since then, I haven’t seen your face.
A glimpse of you shows up in my mind,
On repeat, the only thing keeping you alive.
A part of me still misses you
Another part of me wonders what for?
I think I miss the parts of you
that were good for my soul.
The parts of you that didn’t have me crying on my bedroom floor.
And I try to remember everything, the way our bodies interlaced
I try to think of the way you felt,
The gentleness of your touch, your endless embrace.
But the feeling is gone
And is now erased.
Copyright © Mary M-K | Year Posted 2019
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