And they come back,
somehow they always do.
Probably realizing "I'll never find somebody who will love me as much as you".
And I'll greet them with a warm smile
saying "I'm happy you made up your mind"
but what you did to me just can't be forgot and left behind.
Maybe that's selfish,
but so were you.
You meant everything to me, I won't let you in just to be used anew.
You have no idea of how hard I had to try
to feel nothing when I look at you in the eyes
I miss you sometimes,
I miss the kids we used to be.
But that wasn't a friendship
so now I just want to set myself free.
YOU ARE READING
Trust my words.
PoetryA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
