I can't come up with good titles.

I didn't know that questioning

everything would lead to an

empty room with my thoughts

hitting the walls.

Maybe loving you was a mistake

but that didn't stop me from writing

until my tears had dried on my pillow,

littering my head with too many regrets.

My response was too late and your feet

were tired, unanswered questions

weren't the only things on my 

mind. We used to laugh like we'd

never run out of breath, but I

gave up on that happiness long before

I knew what it was. 

Your chewed down fingernails were

always running along my arms, the

emotions that went screaming out 

of my goosebumps were all but

foreign. We ran out of time to

love, almost forgetting that it

shouldn't have died. Promises

only work if pinky's cross.

The music was too loud to hear

my own thoughts but the

cold air did nothing but freeze

the bruised part of your heart

I had squeezed myself into.

Letting go was supposed to 

be a refuge but my hand cramped

and your lips were the last thing

on my mind. I should have realized that

you weren't okay either. That

you hadn't put yourself back

together yet. It wasn't our time.

You stopped replying and 

I stopped trying to keep my

coffee hot as my mind left me

alone with the bad memories

that any sleepless night could bring.

I felt uncomfortable in my own

skin. As if every bad

thought had pulled it tight

when it was reaching for all

of the "I'm sorry's" my lips

kept mumbling.

My soda was flat and the

smile that I had grown accustomed

to didn't seem like it reached

your eyes anymore.

You sang to me and I thought

that you had found the piece of

yourself, lurking in the back

of the dark closet that you were

so frightened of.

A week's a long time to 

not call back when nothing but

a nod of the head could explain

why you forgot how my face

looked and why you didn't

know who you were anymore.

It was then that I stopped 

writing, loosing you was better 

than running my fingers

through my hair until they

were sliced with thought

after thought.

You left at the right time

before the rope that I'd thrown

to you finally ripped, the unspoken regrets 

weighed more than a happy heart.

Reviews

[Hannah Paige]

Lauren i love thisss.

gave up on that happiness long before
I knew what it was.
Great line.

Promises
only work if pinky's cross.
Something about the childhood feel of this phrase fits really nicely, even though it sort of contradicts the rest of the poem

Each stanza f*****g mindfucks the reader each time. like in each new stanza, there's another thing that you read and youre like holyfuck.

The only thing i could say is that the ending sort of felt just a little abrupt to me, like it didnt give me all the closure i was looking for or something? but that might just be me.

but yeah, this is amazing. great job

[emily joe]

Laaaaureeeen oh my god. This is amazing.