I realized why storms were named after people;
because you were one.
that would reseamble rain
I could hear the gravels in your voice in every song there was on the radio.
around your thought.
My personal kind of poetry.
like there wasn't anything interesting enough for you in it.
for keep breaking my heart.
And in the end ,
all I was left of you
is blisters on my feet
Because you were merely there for me.
Until I finally find the strength to
to someone who left me
➼This poem is devoted to someone who I loved but left everything of me untouched.And if by untouched you think just of the body, then you too don't know anything about love.