You haven't contacted in so long,
so much time has passed with not one text or call.
I went through our old messages not to long ago,
I cried and laughed at your feeble attempts of us getting along.
I thought we were your all?
Your everything,
the something you always thought about.
Yet you treat us like we're not there,
Like we were a side mission in your game that helped you grow and now you no longer have to care.
You know,
I can thank you for my obsession with the moon.
"Look at the moon and I'll look to, so I'm always with you" right?
Now when I look at the moon I just admire its beauty.
I've learned not to link it to you anymore.
Just like I've learned not to think of you anymore.
But sometimes,
only rarely,
do I think of you and your link to the moon.
And wished that "always with you" was true.
Just rarely though.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Thoughts In The Dark
Şiir"I'm lost in an abyss of meaningless words I give too much meaning." "Thoughts In The Dark" is a book of things I randomly think about, usually at night, and I'm able to write down better than verbally explain. Consist of poems short and long with n...
