i'm not sure what happened;
although it's partly my fault.
from weekly calls each saturday night
where we called' till one,
two, three
or even four, in the morning .
from daily texts all day;
from the 20 hours spent a week,
texting you during the holidays
to nothing at all .
from comforting conversations,
which made my day
when you would listen to me rant,
and make sure i was okay
from small little compliments
you dished out;
which made me smile
to nothing at all .
i'm not sure what happened;
although i would disappear for some days,
or for many days
in a row .
from hourly conversations
it quickly stilled,
to nothing at all .
sometimes i look back,
and i miss what we had
but sometimes i'm glad,
that it came to an end .
however,
at the end of the day,
i'm not sure what happened;
although it's partly my fault .
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sequel to so good, so kind
from the part of me who still feels guilty
YOU ARE READING
words from my muses
Poetryfor the thoughts i struggle to express; or for the times spent awake at 2am . or for the little stories of my life, or ones made up in my mind . #1 on rambles 7/6
