you're going to miss me one day.
you're going to see me walk past or see a picture of me and think about how we used to be.
but i won't miss you.
i will have moved on from you. the thought of you. the idea of being happy with you.
but if you ever miss me, i'll always will be your friend.
only a friend.
—a/n—
this is the last of the sad poems, all happy now :)
YOU ARE READING
matter
Poetrymat·ter ˈmadər/ noun 1. anything that has mass and occupies a space. an abundance of matter in the form of poetry and short stories lowercase intended
