/ i am tried of this sitting in my drafts, i don't even care anymore. /
i've gotta get this off of my chest,
or it will go with me when i lay to rest,
i used to think that smile of yours was real,
as if the angels and you made a deal,
but that was so long ago,
the girl i once knew is somewhere below,
you told me that you cared,
yet all this care was for others that you bared,
others that knew you'd never even existed,
as if this story did some sort of plot twist,
it was my fault for leaving, right?
i can still so clearly remember that night.
i was worth to you as much as a penny would,
even after i tried all i could,
brooke, you left me in the dust,
telling me to still keep hush-hush,
about all of your little secrets,
even when you spilt mine,
and you still continued to deny,
brooke, you left me on the ground,
then left me begging for another go around.
i still even think of you,
at night when that is all my mind seems to do,
i just want to know if it was ever true,
did you ever care for me as much as i still seem to do?
brooke, you walked away,
taking all of the other thoughts i was thinking today,
just leaving you.
if you ever will get a clue,
you care for something that never even cared back,
you want something that won't ever come back.

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Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...