If you're over me,
Why do you ask around?
Why do you pretend you're off the radar,
Nowhere to be found.
If you're over me,
Why do you always check?
Scrolling through my socials,
Making quite the trek.
If you're over me,
Why do you lie?
You tell yourself you don't care,
But you're hurting inside.
If you're over me,
Why do you shed tears?
Cradling your cup,
Drinking away your fears.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
