you asked me what my favorite song was,
and why it made me cry.
you asked me what my favorite color was,
and how it reminded me of the sky.
you pulled memories from me,
like we had known each other forever.
maybe that's why i never felt the same,
after you left me.
how could i ever start over,
when every question reminds me of you,
and every truck driving by,
has your face in the driver side.
i believed you were my soulmate,
that fate would bring you back to me.
but it's been three years,
you've moved on to someone better.
sometimes soulmates aren't meant to be.
at least for now.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
