I'm feeling low,
But somehow on a high,
Like those 8 seconds don't really matter at all,
Like if I didn't stop to look for cars....
I wouldn't be here right now,
Not that I did...
Stop,
To look for cars,
That 3 second phone call could have been my last 3 seconds,
Your voice could have been the last voice I had ever heard,
Frankly,
I guess it's lucky I did look,
Lucky I did stop,
I wouldn't have wanted your voice to be the last.
You asked what I wanted,
Laughing,
Honestly you couldn't care less,
That's not the point,
So,
I guess I'm done,
With everything,
You,
Us,
The "what if",
It's all gone,
Because of those 8 seconds that obviously didn't matter to you.
YOU ARE READING
Why she left..
PoetryThese poems explain my mental health disorders as well as why I've lost the person I once was.Heartbreak,breaks up and significant loss.
