You're never fucking here when I need you.
You used to be there.
You used to listen.
You used to care.
You used to tell me what I meant.
You used to tell me how you felt.
Now you don't even respond.
I fucking needed you and you weren't there.
So where were you.
Why are you gone.
What. Fucking. Changed.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to a person I'll never send
PoetryIf only you knew how my first love made me feel.
