I woke up without you by my side,
I remember the fight we had every night,
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath,
Readying myself for the end,
My ringtone echoed throughout the house,
I picked up the phone knowing what's about to come,
You've had enough,
This has got to stop,
I nodded in agreement,
It was doomed even when it hasn't started.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To Myself
PoetryPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
