sunsets stay pretty till dusk comes up again,
i guess i just didn't know the feelings after 3 years since you vanished,the pain lingering down my spin,
maybe i would call it heroine,you become a stimulant,
when i would go cold turkey,it's like i was thrown into the water tied with the fact i would have to accept fate
the thoughts of you consume me,
that this addiction could kill mei see you in everyone i like,
music,
lyrics,
eventsmen .
maybe that's the mistake i made,
when i look for men,
i always get my heart shattered,then i go running back to you,
it's okay for them to hurt me,
but,
when i do something to bother themi'm "crazy"
having men manipulate me and control me,
this is something i shouldn't be getting used to
this all started
with you .
out of the men that have walked in and out of my life,
i saw my life with you
in the end,
i still hope and believe it's youyou were something else,
i can't even put into words how much you mean to meto go the extra limit if i have to
this is my story,
and this is just the beginning
YOU ARE READING
what's out there ( a poetry story )
Poetrydeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter