Penelope

The sting of loss feels like opening the door in the middle of January 
Letting the cool crispt air hit your face 
And makes your eyes sting and your body shiver
You want to close the door 

Pretending your fine 
Is better than saying your not 
 

I had thought
You were different

I had wished
You were different 

But it turns out
You weren't 

I want to say
That when I see you, I don’t remember what I was thinking about 

I want to say
That when I think of you I can’t help that my lips curl into a smile 

I want to say