I still have your jeans on my bedroom floor
I haven’t touched those gowns you never wore
And I’m stuck missing what we had before

I never understood why I can’t see you again

I still don’t comprehend why we’re back to “just friends”

And all I know is I’ve never felt so broken

I know you like everything fresh and shiny and new

But since when am I just some leftover to you

After all the raging storms we have been through

I must admit I got a bit scared earlier

But the sky was so blue it made your eyes look paler

And nice skies always make the world a bit prettier

When the storm of the day didn’t come

My mind flashed back, where’s this coming from?

I guess it’s still hard to say we’re done.

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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