Another poem. Lost Part 1.

A poem wot I writ this morning! 😆 I have no idea of whether it’s good or bad. I have no plan, no rhyme reason or meter, I just write. I write how I feel in that moment. Once it’s written down that moment has passed. I feel at peace, at least for a while. I have no idea if I have an audience for my poetry. I think we have lost the art of language to a degree and it’s ironic that social media can be used to push art. Good poetry shouldn’t be personal. It should speak differently to different people at different times. Maybe it will spark a thought, a memory, raise questions or in some cases make you think.

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I lost myself in you

Lost myself so completely

That I forgot who I was

Forgot the good, the bad

The mediocre

And became silent and sad

Dark and bad

Never believed when you said

‘More than you’ll ever know’

Broke my promise to your

‘Never leave me, please’

Watched as you slept

And never thought

I could be happier

More content

More blessed

Than being with you

Feeling your slow warm breath

Against my face

And remembering, torn in two

At the laughing, the tears, the anger

And the confusion.

Never knowing if I was loved

In that moment

Wondering what version of you

Would talk to me, love me

Scared of who you’d become

And hating you

For making me love you more than

My own life