Thinking about the past,
At first, I didn't mind the loner,
Because when I got home,
The friends that lingered there,
One of them gone now,
And I still miss the living life out of her.
But me and him,
have done okay,
I've struggled to remember he was there,
But always he is there,
I just hope that I mean as much to him,
As he does to me.
I have pushed him away time and time again,
But he knows I need him,
No matter how much I act like I don't.
It's him who knows me best,
Inside and out.
It's him,
I should be thankful for.
I shouldn't treat him like I do.
But I do because I am afraid to get to close,
And I keep denying that care I have for the world.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
