You tell me
You don't
Ever
Want me to feel
Like Mr. Nobody's wife.
You describe her
Sad in bed
Sleeping away the days,
But at events
Wide awake
Only to ruin them.
That's when I know
If ever doubted before
How deeply you care for me.
YOU ARE READING
growing pains
PoetryVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
