Invalid

Memories. The ones that replay in my mind.
Like a ball. Ricocheting back and forth. 
I sit and think about the last time we kissed.
The last time I felt your lips brush against mine;
The innocence behind it.
I didn’t even know it would be the last time. 

I sit here and think about everything you said. 
"There’s nothing I dislike about you",
But there wasn’t a reason for you to stay. 
There wasn’t a reason for you to love me.

I loved you, and sometimes you loved me.
Your hugs took me from this dark, frightful world
And elevated me to a world where I was enough.

But I wasn’t. 
You left. You took your hugs with you.
You took my happiness.
You took down the feeling of being enough,
And now everything you said is invalid.

An error. 
It’s all gone. 
Just like you. 

-Invalid; Misanthropy

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Quite a good melancholy. The first few lines are nostalgic and then your further reminiscences are all melancholy. Good use of similes and a vivid description of the French kiss. The lover who was once yours, but has now left you is being recalled, and the recollections are evoking sadness.
There is this poem which I read in Hindi, which said that thinking about the happy memories of the past makes you more sad then thinking about the sad memories does. Your poem vindicates the thing expressed. Well-written and keep writing.