I come back to talk to one person,
Try and finally find the closure,
I've been so desperately searching for.
Only to find,
That all of this could have been a lie.
I cared about you!
Told you I'd always be there!
The second you told me,
That you'd be leaving,
I cried my heart out,
Pleading that you at least knew,
How fucking much I cared about you.
I feel lied to.
Deceived.
Like I put my care to someone,
Only for them to throw it back in my face.
If you come back to me,
I hope you regret what you've done.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
