I know you propably hate me now,
The only reason being I couldn't see how,
She looked at you tonight,
It's fucking stupid, still I can't let it go, alright?
I try not to let it take control,
Even when I want to let go.
All the fears of losing you,
I'm sorry I'm not better to you.
The feeling that rise in my chest,
When everyone wants you intense.
And just talking will get me this way,
Thinking how you'll leave me for her.
Hoping you won't notice how broken I am,
The glass is shattered around 3am.
Cleaning and writing won't help with this problem.
I hope you understand it's not how I mean it.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
