the one that got away

the one that got away

oh my god this one is so long lololol but its about an old man looking back on the woman he wished he spent more time with i dont know why i wrote it but yeah

so this one is about an old man writing a letter to his lover from years previous he didnt care for her properly, give her his full attention, he dismissed her, then one day he left her out of no where 

later he realized he was wrong for that and decided to finally reach out after years of waiting and trying to figure out whether he should. this poem is his years of contemplation and then eventual letter to her 

i try to write to describe the anguish i feel

you left late last night 

i dont think this will ever feel real 

you left your deodorant on my bathroom shelf

what do i do? 

do i throw it out or use it myself?

how many times will i cry about how pretty your hair is?

i want to tear it out and wear it 

if it wouldnt hurt your scalp

and your eyes when you smiled 

turned the worst days into good ones 

will he even look your way when you smile?

im so loyal will you love me

if i never move on?

how can i move on from the song you sang 

everytime you yawned when you were bored 

oh how you laughed

just so the joke thats really bad

doesnt go ignored

you're my fucking moon

in the night when it gets dark

you illuminate the curtains in my room 

when youre not here i cant breathe 

im turning blue 

its not a life if i cant live it with you 

can i please just be your pillow 

one more time when you get home?

tell me all about the way you feel 

so broken and alone

but you built this world 

my special girl

i want to be the one to see how

far youll go

talented angel 

i could stare at you all day 

come home please my eyes are on you 

youll have my unbreaking gaze 

all my attention in one place 

i have learned from that mistake i let you go 

let me watch you bite your lip just one more time 

like you did when you were hungry for my touch

i miss you so much

let me take care of you if i am not forgotten by the years of passing time

please let your old and wrinkled hand be encompassed by both of mine