I never wanted to leave you.
I wanted to leave when it got too much.
I know you hate me.
I know I caused a lot of trauma.
This stupid teen shit got to me.
Knowing that teen shit is trauma for you.
i think it was a mistake.
I forgot most things, actually.
I forgot how.
I forgot why.
I dont know if what i did was right.
I changed a lot.
I find myself smiling knowing i hurt you.
Deep down i never wanted to.
I dont know if im just reminiscing.
I find myself longing for new friendships.
Knowing if i stop texting they will too.
They arent real people.
YOU ARE READING
surface-problems
Poetrythings wont be the same (Just my thoughts on what's going on around me)