never in my reality,
it's always in my head
nothing less to say,
it's you that fucks me up
i don't know why i keep writing,
it's always about you all the time
seems like love wasn't enough
and
will never be enough
i wanna break shit,
the sound of glass shattering in anger
that's how you make me feel
i hid it for so long,
never thought someone like you could get under my skin
looking in my shattered mirror,
tears streaming down my face
maybe there is life in me after all
it hurts,
but it's the starting over that hurts the most
cause i'm so used the idea of loving you for 4 years
it hurts
i lost you,
but i'm close to finding me
YOU ARE READING
what's out there ( a poetry story )
Poesíadeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter
