It's all the old clichés, the overused turns of phrase –
When I think of you, my heart stops and
If I ever saw you again, it would skip a beat.
Oh and you can't forget the old
'Your voice makes the breath catch in my throat'.
I am shaken by every memory and every letter
You never wrote.
But having said that, I would not care to see
The smirk on your face, the glint in your eyes –
If you could see me now.
The clichés just keep coming –
Acidic tears, churning stomach, every allusion to you a test.
And then where I'm sure my heart once was,
An empty cavern in my chest.
It's ridiculous I know, I was always filled with scorn
When it came to things like this.
Soppy, unoriginal sap, and I curl my fists tighter as I think
Of how you've made me into what I never wanted to be.
But they keep coming – missed chances, if only, and such –
It's maddening how this turned out. I never thought
I'd miss you this much.
Yes, I'm back to writing my usual depressing stuff, but with a stray away from the structures I tend to use most of the time. Hope you liked this, and reviews are very much appreciated!