03 Liar Liar Poem by Emma Isdal

no longer
disconnected

I miss you Angel, you said
and I could feel my heart believing you

and we talked about what it would be like
when we finally get to see eachother again
and maybee we could have another week like that?


but then you write of her
and I can feel my heart being torn into pieces
because our connection will never lead to you
writing beautiful poetry about how you miss me
and how our conversations made you feel
or how we made love all night till the sun came up

and maybe its an old poem
maybe its not what you felt last night
but my heart still gets torn from reading those lines