I see the photos on my phone.
I see the posts that you wrote.
I see the pain I felt before.
Why do I long to knocking on that door.
We used to fight together.
We used to stand strong.
But when I let that shadow in, you became unknown.
You became a distant stranger.
You stopped letting me in.
Why do I want to knock on that door again?
I was falling down, deep into the dark.
I was feeling gone, nothing left in my heart.
All I needed was you to answer the phone.
But you'd rather dance with the shadow and I know it was my fault.
But I atleast thought you'd tell me the truth.
You knew how much that meant to me.
The truth.
Obviously I wasn't even worth that to you.
YOU ARE READING
midday thoughts
Poetrya collection of poems from 12pm just after i have lunch or not. 'once a failure, always a failure' 'tomorrow was always a dream'
