Nameless.
I'll probably never stop writing about him, and I'm fine with that.
I arrest your love for as long as I can
knowing I gotta let you go at some point,
and you employ yourself back into my memories
because being with you is just a dream.
you were my universe and every star in it.
a piece of my heart is rightfully yours.
but to you I’m just a lost cause in your orbit.
your eyes, your eyes have seen my weakness
and I honestly don’t know how you still love me.
or at least act like you do.
you come and leave and come back again
spilling your sorrows onto me
expecting me to burn them down like I used to
and I do it, but it’s killing me.
I didn’t ask for a momentary release
these sticks and stones aint all that makes a home
because I have built monuments in my heart
over the graves of hurt you gave to me.
I just hope when I die, I pray its next to you.
peacefully, fleeting and free flowing like the way I wrote this poem.
wrote this with a blunt and an OE in my hand.
