I should have told you.
I should have admitted to it.
I shouldn't have hid it.
Though I did it so well, I didn't even know it was there.
I didn't know it was there until it was too late.
Now you're taking pictures with her.
You're dancing with her.
You're giving her your smiles,
and she's the one lighting your days with hers.
Not me, never me.
YOU ARE READING
What You Left Me With
PoetryThese are words that belong to the version of me who had never..well, just read. {Feel free to comment, I love reading the responses.} {The picture up top is from Pinterest and isn't mine.}
