I still want her.
Oh god, it was like a punch in the gut realizing this
You told me you loved him,
coming back to him every time
He's a walking red flag
And yet-
I laugh at my idiocy
I laugh at my realization
I still want you
And you never wanted me
And fuck, it still hurts.
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
