#grunge poetry

“how are you?” you ask.

how do i tell you that my heart aches every time i think of you?

how do i tell you that i cry myself to sleep every night, remembering you, knowing you’re not mine anymore?

how do i tell you that i’ve torn myself apart every day, trying to figure out what went wrong? trying to figure out what i did?

how do i tell you that i would walk blindly through hell and back to be by your side?

how do i tell you that even though you shattered my heart into a million and two pieces, i can’t stop loving you with every single broken one of them?

how do i tell you that you are the only person i’ve ever loved, and maybe the only person i will ever love?

i can’t- that’s the truth. i can’t tell you any of that.

so how am i?

“i’m fine,” i smile tightly. you don’t ask me to elaborate.

-i can’t tell you the truth. i never could. c.r.

what does it mean, that i still miss you?

what does it mean, that i still want to be yours?

what does it mean, that yours are the only eyes i dream of?

what does it mean, that i would do anything to go back and time and fix what we lost?

what does it mean, that i cannot fathom anything more painful than never again being yours?

what does it mean?

-what did any of it mean, really? c.r.