Since I missed National Poetry Month.
Written November 11th 2015 @ 3:09am
Why am i sitting here thinking its okay to let you treat me the way you do. You’re not bashing my name or throwing ugly looks my way. You’re doing the complete opposite.
You’re looking at me with that familiar smile. With that grin you use to give me in the early morning under the sheets while you waited for me to awake. That cologne you wear lingers as you walk by and hits me like a ton of bricks; It instantly flings me back to late winter. When there was barley any heat in the house and the only warmth was from your body. When i couldn’t get enough of breathing you in. Your scent still remains on my pillows and clothes. I’ve tried to wash you out, but it’s still there.
It’s like you never disappeared. As if you pressed the pause button in the middle of a wondrous love story, and six months later you decided to watch it again.
I found this poem in my notes on my phone a month ago. I usually do my best writing in the wee hours of the morning. I actually had to google this to make sure it was my own work. I thought i had written it down from somewhere. It’s not the best, but i liked it enough to write it down a couple of times. So weird how one person can help you grow even when they are nonexistent in your life anymore.
Sometimes I really think I fell out of love with writing, especially after getting a bachelors in journalism. Maybe I just needed to take a long enough break from it. Maybe i should start putting things down on paper once a day. Might get me back into the groove.
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