Like dead plants, my mind refuses to grow.
I've already lost you, yet I cease to let go.
I see you every day with your new girl on your arm.
I try to resist wanting to cause any harm.
Yet I want her to break your heart, to make you see what you have lost.
I want you to come back to me, but at what cost?
I want to overtake her, show you that I'm tough.
But at the end of the day, I see her and I just don't feel enough.
~A.T
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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write
