Months have gone by and you still cross my mind.
I can't be here. I can't be in this city, without thinking of you. I can't drive these streets without picturing you in my head. It's stupid and it's foolish. I feel like you've moved on and I'm stuck. Stuck on our last phone call and conversation. Stuck on you getting your things and driving off like I didn't matter. It hurts me in ways you could never imagine. I have memories constantly playing around in my head like a scratched cd.
Months have gone by and I don't know if I'll ever be okay again. Whatever, okay is.
~k.
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Love, life, and everything in between.
PoetryNumerous poems about what love can do and how it hurts just as much. A collection of thoughts, feelings, and the universal experience of being a human being. Life! From ages 14-23.
