Awhile ago I used to write poetry like it was my job. Lately I really havent been inspired. However, I just cant stop listening to “You don’t know her like I do” by Brantley Gilbert and I decided to write a poem kind of how I think of it. This poem is entirely raw and fresh off the press so please be kind in your comments 🙂
Memories swirl around me like the smoke from his cigarette
Unwanted and hated yet clinging to the air around me like a drug.
Everytime I try to forget, Everytime I try to let go
The addiction grabs hold and I get the itch that I crave to scratch.
Every so often I cant help but give in, I let the memories take control
The roller coaster I cant help but ride never changes.
Anger for all he did, Anger for choosing her.
Sadness for my loss, Sadness remembering all we had.
Acceptance of what this has become, Acceptance of where I am now.
Ive moved on now, a year has past since we talked.
Ive found someone new, someone better suited for me.
Yet one ill word spoke of you and my composure starts slipping,
No one knows you like I do, they just don’t understand.
Thoughts of you threaten the perfect life I have created,
Memories of you threaten to drive him away.
You are a habit, an addiction that wont let go,
If only you knew the hold you still have.
All I want to do is kick the habit, forget the time we spent
Yet tobacco taints the air around me every day, I cant hold my breathe forever.
The only thing now to do is go to sleep and try to forget for awhile
But the tobacco only follows me into my dreams.