I left in a middle of a conversation today,
and I swear, it hurt more than I would like to admit;
Leaving when I knew you wanted me to stay.
But there was a reason,
I knew that If I stayed, I would have said something,
anything, really, that would have hurt me later,
that I would have regretted saying.
I left to make sure you wouldn't
hurt because of my words.
It's just that my heart asks me quietly,
'Shouldn't I leave to save both of us from heartbreak?'
And I have an answer that I don't want to listen.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
