I couldn’t write a happy love poem
At this point even if I tried…
Because that gut feeling of depression
And hurt still coincide…
So I wake up in the morning to all the
Things that I am not use to…
Like not seeing your face and you playing
With mine until I come to…
So what do you do when someone who so
Called loved you forgets…
It’s easy to say move on, but trust me it’s
Really harder than it is…
I’ve gotten so used to you calling me from
Work to check on how I’m doing…
Now my phone breathes silence which is a
Taste I’m now getting use to chewing…
I’ll never understand how you can throw away
Late nights of play fights and tickling…
Husband and wife was all I ever asked, but I
Was on a page that you must’ve been skipping…
My mother always says GOD tends to send signs
When things aren’t really meant…
So I guess you were my sign that took me 3 years
And 5 months to see that it was sent…
I couldn’t write a happy love poem
At this point even if I tried…
Because the extermination you
Placed upon my heart was literally genocide…My thoughts…
