"I fell in awe
with the way
you once wanted me.
I am sorry a thousand times
if the way my lips shake
did not make you quiver,
are the withdrawals setting in?
They say true love is poetry,
but I have not felt it lately.
It has come up in drips and drabs
and burns like lies.
It has felt a lot like
my fifth watered-down drink
at a busy bar
when I just want to go home.
It has felt a lot like
the silhouette of your body
the empty bed makes.
I miss your weight.
And I miss your love.”
- Michelle K.