It's funny.
I can text you
But not about the things I want.
And yeah, we're talking
Checking in and out
But the old tempting urge is gone.
An obligation at it's best
And harsh resentment at its worst.
I want to tell you what's upsetting me
But just keep waiting for the words.
I want to tell you that I'm sorry.
Promptly let you know you suck.
So many nights I wasted worrying
So many days I spent in love.
I should've trusted my own gut.
I should've never lent my trust.
I should've gotten out before I tripped and couldn't get back up.
Fallen in you so many times
I'm finding here I go again.
Sledding headfirst down a spiral slide that used to be a friend.
I'm so unhinged.
Where do I win in this?
Why am I doing this again?
Can we just smile and pretend that all those things were never said?
I need to remind myself of all the words you'd say, but didn't mean.
That maybe nothing ever happened and our sparks were from the trees
All caught on fire in our worlds.
It seemed so comfortable, I'm sure.
To sit around our crackling problems, making jokes and roasting smores.
You were a shoulder, and I leaned.
And that was all I was to you.
And you don't need me anymore
I'm just the rock that someone threw.
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The Tea: Spilt and Bitter
PoesiaThe Tea ~ A Collection of Rants & Poems As long as I can remember, life has always seemed sort of poetic to me: Walking home down a street that looks empty, maybe sad, with a look on your face that shows your deepest thoughts of the day...
