I’m breaking the habit.
It’s tough and it’s hurting.
Need you out of my system.
Every waking hour in your midst.
You said ‘Never a moment of bliss’.
What was it you spoke of?
Rubbishing romance and the first kiss.
Why did I hang on?
It’s a lone wolf I’m looking at.
What was I thinking?
Wolfs are not human beings.
A light laugh, chatter-filled nights.
From myself I was estranged.
A strange, new awareness; new sensations.
A renewed dash of hope, faith.
I’m breaking the habit.
You’ve got me roughed and smarting.
heart on sleeve that I’m sporting.
Good for you. :)
ReplyDeleteI like poems that don't rhyme, but I haven't tried to write them as yet.