I don't think it's fate.
It's karma.
He's not my soulmate.
He's a cruel joke.
It isn't a second chance.
It's a way to rub it in my face.
It's a way to remind me of what I did.
It's a reminder of my past.
Something I want to forget
But will always remember.
It's a reminder of the sting of tears.
It's a reminder of the dark days alone.
He's a reminder all my mistakes.
My biggest mistake being
Letting him walk out
Letting him go.
YOU ARE READING
a damaged girl
PoetryI just need it out. I need it out of my mind. When words fail, my writing speaks.
