I look back at our messages
Once every few weeks
The butterflies I felt from every message you sent,
are now a distant memory
Like a scene from my imagination
But I want you to know,
everything I told you
It was me baring my soul
Every question, every answer
was me trying to be closer to you
If not in distance, in mind at least
But not even that you could give to me
And it was my fault still
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...
