I think it's interesting
That I'm supposed to care
That I'm supposed to be wounded
Or get upset at the things you do
When you left me
When you wounded me
You made those choices
Broke us beyond fixing
Then expect me to want to return
When you continually do things to get my attention
Well I don't care who is in your arms
I don't care when you do for me to see
You mean so little
It has no effect on me
You're only embarrassing yourself
YOU ARE READING
Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
