I woke up this morning not hoping that I was dead or in hell
But I woke up realizing I was in a different kind of hell
One where you remember a past life that you were taught to forget
But here I am sitting alone at home with this built up regret
And I know it wasn't my fault that she left me out to dry
And yet I still wonder what I could have done and why
But who knows the reality of my situation
While I sit and stare at pixels with too much contemplation
I want to go and send a text hoping to get one back
But the reality of the situation is that there's too much to lack
And I know it's never going to be my fault for why she left
But I felt everything was going right and in reality I was being swept
But fuck it, I regret so many things that I did and the reasons for them
But you can't blame my first love being blind and tore us
I constantly am reminded of my past in my new relationships
Because my love for them is more than yours I feel these constant dips
I don't understand how you can haunt me years after the fact
But look, just stay away from my heart and my head so I can redact
I hate you
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
