February 22, 2023
Your name still causing my demeanour to shift,
Wishing I was able to say no to all the gossip my sibling knows doesn't help.
"I still didn't think this was going to be the end for you,"
Downing your favourite drink at the local bar,
The contents swirling with the hidden hurt beneath the surface.
"It can't be over,"
Trying to avoid the chance of seeing you in my very own town,
Because I know I won't be able to stop myself from approaching if ever given the chance.
"He really hasn't changed his mind?"
The bittersweet smile upon my face as I take another sip,
Shaking my head and attempting to steer my family away from a broken dream.
"I'm really sorry."
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
