how could i ever ask for more
when you tell me we need to stop,
how could i ever tell you 'please?'
when all we've been doing, we need to halt,
how could i ever reach to you
when you always pull away from me,
you give me annoyed chuckles
as i try to smile the sting away,
the fact that you pull and move away
whenever i move close to you,
says a lot about me
than it is about you,
i'll take the blame
and i'm sorry for acting
the way i did,
i should've listened to you sooner
so i wouldn't have to feel
all this pain
all this guilt.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
