You smell like tomorrow, but act like yesterday.
Teaching each other how to bid farewell without
actually doing it, but gloriously announcing it everytime.
Although we started over more often than not.
Supposedly I hold onto an ideal, that happens
to be emotionally vegan and whenever there is (a sign
of) affection I'm certain not to love blindly, but it melts
into lamentations, when the coldness is missing.
Leaving remnants on cheeks, that your eyes rest upon.
According to you we had nothing in common,
but yet we shared our lives, verbally. Addicted
to each others company, me more than you.
During the moments we forgot we were -
were just friends; I lived and you relapsed.
However, I also love you more than me.
*I know this is pretty bad, but I'm not miserable enough to phrase it better.
Oh Jenni...these feelings are the worst..leaving us to hide our sadness, feeling like we got punched in the stomach, hard to move past these memories and this craving for this person...I've been there..Boy have I been there.
It almost makes me mad to read he said you have nothing in common, then its like "then what do you call what we had? This addiction to one another? that was nothing?"..I've asked all those questions before as well and its pathetic of the other person....The song I wrote and recorded called "mislead heart" was about this exact feeling...so I get it.
I've also come to find that people like this are just not worth it...Starting over, again and again, its just not how it should work.
I don't think this poem is as bad as you thought. I really quite enjoyed it.