remember when you used to kiss me goodnight?
remember when we used to have conversations?
now everything's one-word answers
and i still have so many questions.
you say i didn't do anything wrong,
but what happened to us, love?
you haven't spoken to me in three days,
and i'm not going to blow you up with texts
(because that makes me feel like i'm just a bother)
but i need you to talk to me.
just give me a conversation for like twenty minutes,
i can live off a conversation for at least three days...
but you just start ignoring everything
and it makes me feel like such a fuck up.
this is what guys always do:
i realize i love them and they ghost me, i never even get to say it.
didn't think it'd be like this with you, though,
but apparently i was wrong.
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thoughts from a dark hole
Poetryrandom poetry that i think of. poetry is my way of coping with my mind and learning about the world around me through the beauty of words. thank you for reading! TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE FIRST TWO POEMS - sexual and physical abuse, violence, CSA, de...
