When I look at him I see you…
And I hate it.
But it’s not that I wish he was you.
It’s the fact that when I look at him I see everything that you did to me and I am scared he’s going to be like you.
I see the unkept words, the meaningless words, the broken promises, the lies, the manipulation, the abuse.
I see my past when I see him.
I don’t see the good that could come out of him,
I see the bad you and the other guys put my through.
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
