Why didn't you tell me
You were trouble?
I could have saved the tears.
Why didn't you tell me
You only liked me for my looks?
I could have saved the time.
Why didn't you tell me
You only liked me for what I said?
I could have saved the words.
I could have saved everything
for someone more deserving.
I hope J.H. fcking sees this.
YOU ARE READING
In the Dark
PoetryI write poems when I can't sleep. I bleed my mind. These poems are unedited, and written in the dark. Some poems are free verse, and some I wrote with a clear rhyming pattern. In some poems, I tried. But I surprise my self sometimes.
