I'm consumed daily
thinking about what we would have been
remembering our conversations
how every morning when i saw you i would swoon
the forbidden love only made us want each other
until the hate got to me
someone who i thought supported me
stopped talking to me
but i've learned now that they don't support me
they don't love me as much as i love them
i got calls daily
asking about us
but when i talked about how much i loved you
she got mad
and when she saw that i moved on
she cried
but now there's no friendship between her and i
and she wouldn't hold me back anymore
months go by and you moved on
and i thought i did too
but now i'm leaving
and even though it's all my fault
i feel guilty every time
because maybe you were the one to make me happy
but it's too late to find out now
YOU ARE READING
You wouldn't care if i explained
PoetryJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
