Even after all this time...
If I'm honest with myself,
Deep down,
I still care.
I still think about you.
I still lay awake at night wondering why I'm not good enough.
I still relive all those moments.
When I see you with her,
I wonder if you're treating her better than you treated me,
Because she's somehow worth more to you.
I'm so sick of feeling like this.
In so sick of caring about you.
I'm so sick of still being trapped,
Trapped in this prison of my emotions,
When I should have escaped long ago.
How long has it been?
How many times have I said to myself,
"I DO NOT CARE"?
But I still do.
And I hate it,
Because it gives you power over me.
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
PoetryThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.
