Bite Marks

We broke up??
We parted ways,
Peacefully,
Handled it with maturity
Like the grown ups
We consider ourselves to be.!
I never moved on,
Neither have you,
I found someone
Where my heart can nest in.
But she doesn’t keep diaries like you did,
She doesn’t read,
And understand my poems like you did.
She hates novels and movies too.
She doesn’t listen to snow patrol or the lumineers
Indie and alternate rock ain’t her thing
She doesn’t bite as hard as you did,
I no longer have the bright red marks,
On my neck,
My arms lack your bite marks,
I still salivate at the meals you made,
With love and tenderness,
She ain’t as dark,
As crazy as you are,
She doesn’t cry as much as you do,
She leaves me in the cold,
She leaves me stranded,
She just ain’t you.
I’m not at home
As I was with you.
And it pains my heart
To be in a cage yet
You, my world,
Are out there.