PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I should be used to the cold;
it's all I've ever known.

Summer months are short-lived,
but the winter is everpresent.

I miss you like the sun,
but you found
your own sunshine elsewhere.

I have never seen you smile so big,
all because of someone
I never thought you would want.

I tried to be enough,
give enough, to keep you around
but it was all for naught.

Even though I should be glad for you,
your happiness brings me to tears.

You moved on and left me by the wayside,
to collect the pieces of my heart.

I never even got a proper good bye,
just unanswered calls
and a photograph that said it all.

It's been months
and I should be over you by now
and if you see this, I am over you...

[but deep down I never will be].