Why after all this time do I still remember you?
Why do I still miss what we use to do?
Why do I still smell you even when you're nowhere nearby?
Why do I even seem to care?
I can list a thousand reasons why
But at the end of each there'll always be a sigh
I hate myself for the control you still have over me
I hate myself for letting you learn my body
For every night I slept on a damp pillow
For every time you made me feel low
For every fuck you and I hate you
Even then I didn't have a clue -
YOU ARE READING
All the words I've wanted to say but couldn't.
PoesiaEvery poem posted will be non-fictional and very dear to me. I choose to write poems about situations I've been through whether past or present. Entries aren't categorized or posted in any specific order. I am still learning, so many will be awful...
