My friends tell me, "He's not worth the tears, so forget him."
But it's not that easy
Every picture
Every smile
Every look you give her
You used to give to me
And I on myself, on those restless nights,
Thinking
"What did I do wrong?"
"Was I not good enough?"
"Not pretty enough?"
"Was I just not enough?"
And then, sometimes,
I find myself looking,
Reading
Those text messages
And looking
At those old photos of us, you, me,
That my friends have told me
I have told myself
Countless times
To delete
But just can't bring myself
To rid myself of that last very existing proof
That you were once mine
And I once yours,
Crying,
Wondering,
Then sitting in silence.
My façade hides my true emotions well,
But not well enough to hide
From the person who should matter most
ME.
That wall that sits
Ruined
Cracked
Crumbling
Torn down by one soul
Trying to be rebuilt.
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Months
All pass
And maybe for a week
That façade can fool me
And my heart, head, will be temporarily fixed
But doesn't lasts
It can't last
Because it's missing the one thing that has a chance of fixing it,
You.
YOU ARE READING
"You"
PoetryA short story/ poem that I felt inspired to write. This is one of my first stories that I've written in a while, so if there are any improvements that could be made to this, please, feel free to comment of DM me. Please let me know how you guys like...
