You know,
Maybe it's selfish of me,
Maybe it's my own twisted ways,
Maybe it's my manipulative antics.
But I feel,
As if,
You like the thought of me,
More than you like me.
You're really falling back,
On that promise you made.
Or perhaps,
You never promised to be better,
At all.
YOU ARE READING
Mascara-Stained Pillows | A Dump of Depressing Poetry
PoetryI made this because I have created so many vents in a somewhat poetic form that it almost felt wrong not to share it. The best writings are always influenced by passion or driven by emotion. And in this case, I can say that I have both. This is a...
