what happened to us?
I thought that we were over
I thought that I had evicted you
And released you from my heart
I moved on and he makes me smile
And he buys me flowers
He takes me out dancing
He writes our initials in the sand.
Four initials in a heart
Carved into the garden sycamore.
But when you made me smile I felt free
When you bought me flowers I felt wanted
When you took me dancing I felt eternal
When I see those initials
I think of the ones we drew on my bedpost.
The ones you drew in
the bed we loved in
the bed we hurt in
the bed where you covered
my scars in the most lovesome way.
But now, years later,
I can't help but ask,
"What happened to us?"
We seemed so happy, too happy.
Where did it all go wrong?
- bettydorotheamarjorie -
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a letter made from ashes
PoetryThis is a collection of my innermost knife cutting thoughts, my deepest insecurities, my heartbreak, things that I have thought about but never dared say out loud. Things that would normally go in a burn book, things that might hit a chord in you, o...
