i told you
you were going
to get hurt.
i told you.
but you convinced
yourself that he
was the sun and
that you were a plant
and he was all you
needed to survive.
but honey,
too much sun
can make a
plant die.
and not
enough water
can make a
plant die.
i told you
all of this.
he will never
need you the way
you depend so
much on him.
if you're not there,
he won't notice.
he'll shine upon
other plants.
darling, oh darling,
i told you so.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
