Second Star to the Write.

Part of a poem I wrote about my ex, who was abusing drugs.

Brand New

And i miss when we stood close,
Me in your warm embrace,
And there were slight tickles,
Of the stubble on your face.

I remember falling asleep on you,
And I felt so safe there.
I would stay in you arms forever,
Because I know you wouldn’t care.

Were not broken up,
But I do miss you.
Who you are is not what you’ve been.
Today is never to late to be brand new.

(Source: secondstartothewrite)

Wonderment

I wonder if I can learn to walk away,
Even though I tried hard to make you stay.
I’m not one to give away my pride,
So I did not, and I feel regrets inside.
Regrets of being afraid to care for someone other than me,
Of expanding our love to all it could be.
Is it my fault that we entered a slow drift apart?
Or were we stricken from the start?
Many months ago when this relationship was new,
We were happy and I was in love with you.
You broke my once, twice, three times but you weren’t out.
I let you back in without a single doubt.
I was somewhat silly, but I thought you were forever mine.
But after all this time, I found some piece of mind.

(Source: secondstartothewrite)