Ms. Poetry

Day 26

I still make them

I still make poems about you.

I published them as if we have us.

I still write under the moon's eye and the stars gazing upon my
paper as my feet touched the puddle of hope.

I still read books about " chasing you" and " how to fall asleep without you"

How sad it is that I would remember your laugh in someone's smile

I would remember your voice as if it was calling "mine"

My heart still beats so dramatically even if you aren't here.

My eyes skeptic possibly you are around, a distance carrying my story of happy ever after

I would feel eyes boring to my back or was it paranoia blindly telling a lie again?

How is it possible that you could make me like this and not me to you?

The falling stars never happened.

The story still partly written.

Paranoia is real

And my heart stop loving because it was crushed by you.

Bucketlist 26: Never choose the same man twice.