You have lost me.
You have lost me.
You have lost the only thing that can help you see that whatever the world can be.
That starts with me.
We have both lost part of our futures.
But mine is fine and my memories are mine and my hardships are intact but the thought of you coming back has never once crossed my mind.
My smiles are wider.
My days are so much brighter.
My hugs are tighter.
My emotions are so much lighter because for once in my life I feel like what I am doing is entirely my choice. There is no need for your voice because you spit poison, so get walking son.
Better yet, you should run.
I am independent.
Your personality is indecent and you words aren't true, so we're through
I am done with you.
I am sick of your rudeness and your lies.
So this is goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
