What you gave me was something, but it wasn't enough. And its hard to hear, even though I'll never speak these words. I don't ever want to sound ungrateful, but here I am begging for more.
You don't hear me though, because you can't hear what you can't see.
And I am nothing to you now.I am the past and the present, but mostly the past because that's my home.
I see you now and then, nor me or you have changed.We are old and sour now. Only, I'm the one who's tasting it.
How gross.
But I don't mind it anymore, we are gross together. And that's ok (?)
But when apart its a miracle, a sad one that only you could enjoy.
God knows you enjoy it.I'm by myself, sitting alone with nobody to care if I live or die.
I'm starting not to care either. lol jk.
Anyways, thanks for listening !!
YOU ARE READING
Whatever U Need Cyn.
PoetrySomewhere, somehow. A girl, will chose to end herself. Upon silly and useless wishes Stupid intentions. My feet don't know gravity, I'm floating :):