I'm breaking down
And I'm talking to you again
I'll have to see you,
Sooner or later
You still can't stand me
I still just miss you
I like abandoned buildings
I don't like being abandoned
This is no longer working,
I no longer can pretend these are to you
Because I'm hoping you'll see them
But I know you never will
And even when we get back together
I won't show you this
You aren't the same person you used to be
You wouldn't understand
You wouldn't care I was hurting
I put myself in this position
I need to tell you that I miss you
I did tell you I missed you
And you said
"ok"
YOU ARE READING
Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
