I spent nights writing you,
Not longhand but in the notes section of my phone.
Because I can\u2019t bring myself
to tell you how much I miss
You. How you weren\u2019t just a lover
But my best friend.
I still feel your lips lingering on my neck,
mostly at night.
That\u2019s when you visit me.
Now I\u2019ve taken to sleeping during the day
so I never miss you –
at night.
How can I feel so small,
in one of the biggest cities?
The city that suffers from overpopulation.
Yet somehow,
I always find myself alone.
Not exactly without you but instead
with phantom you.
Every song, every painting, every book
You keep coming back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You were like a daydream
Now it\u2019s left me wondering if you were even real at all.
I promised myself I wasn\u2019t a half
But
Without you,
I don\u2019t feel whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I spent nights writing you,Not longhand but in the notes section of my phone.Because I can\u2019t bring myselfto tell you how much I missYou. How you weren\u2019t just a loverBut my best friend.I still feel your lips lingering on my neck,mostly at night.That\u2019s when you visit me.Now I\u2019ve taken to sleeping during the dayso I … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2075","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-xt","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2075","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2075"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2075\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2076,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2075\/revisions\/2076"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2075"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2075"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2075"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Brittany DeLuca is a NYC based poet who can be found in the darkest corner of a cafe. She writes about imaginary lovers and sometimes puts a twist of truth in there.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"