there was a picture of us
on my wall of memories,
which i tore apart with fury,
screaming;
I HATE YOU.
surrounded by the confetti
of our smiles once side by side,
i sat on my cold floor,
crying;
i hate you.
but now i just stare blankly
at what once was
and what can never be again,
whispering;
i hate what became of us.
YOU ARE READING
If Only You Knew
Poetry|| poetry for the people i've loved, hated, lost & found || lower case intended. highest rankings: #4 in poetry / #1 in unsaid
