I'm mad at myself, not you.
Im mad for always being nice, always
Apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting
Attached, for making you my life, depending on
You, wasting my time on you, thinking about you,
Forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you,
But most of all, for nit hating you, which I know I should. . .
But I just can't.
YOU ARE READING
The sad side of town
PoetryBasically this is a book of Poetry, quotes, love, hate, life, death, flowers and pretty girls, there will be lots of it and some I did myself. If there is anything you would like me to post about or add to my book, feel free to give me ideas or ask...
