I do not love you anymore.
There are days when I lie awake,
Being kept up by the thought of you.
Where the sheets become more tangled than my mind.
Where the memories fill up every inch of my brain,
Similar to a tip jar at a well known coffee shop downtown.
I bleed every memory of you out of my pores,
Yet they linger and reside atop my skin.
But I do not love you anymore.
Incredibly penned with such purity of emotion. The hurt and the healing bleeds into one shared flow o truths we tell ourselves. I loved it! PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem. When love makes room in our hearts it's very difficult to get rid of it.