12:24 am
i have school in a few hours
i've cried all i could
who knew sadness worked after-hours
i miss being there.
i miss sitting in the shower, washing your hair
holding you. laying on you
god, what went wrong
i don't understand how two individuals
could mess up that bad.
i thought we were inseparable?
what happened to that?
i'm just sitting here, looking at old videos
wondering how could you look at me like that
yet i'd always have to walk on my tippy toes
tryin to avoid getting vigorously attacked
i hate being strangers.
i wish i could've fixed it all
i just need you to hold me one more time
and listen to me cry
why'd you have to do me like that.
YOU ARE READING
Overthinking
Poetry"She was a giver. Always poured too much of love. Never realized watering a rock doesn't make it soft." - randomscribbler
