I'm tired of missing you
no, I'm exhausted of missing you
yes, that fits better to the reality
of what I really am now
I know it's never good enough
Is it?
Because no matter how hard I try
It doesn't ever seem to be enough for you
I've forgotten what happiness feels like
I wonder if I'd prefer it over this
YOU ARE READING
The Way You Look At Her
PoesíaI see him putting his hands in her pocket I could die
