Dear ___,
You ask why I don't talk to you anymore. Why I don't tell you the truth about me
My secrets...
At least that's what you think they are
You're not wrong
I keep them from you on purpose
"Secrets"
What a brainless word
It's not like the truth is important
I want to be superficial with you
Nothing deeper than the daily deeds
Nothing closer than my diurnal rhythm
Nothing as direct as the truth you seek
I wish you'd leave it be
It hurt me,
what you said.
Your apology was empty
Your "other half" is a liar so why should I trust you to understand how I feel anyways.
I don't know
YOU ARE READING
No More Seasons
PoetryThese are just little poems that I've written! :) Each one is different, some are more professional while other are just accumulations of my thoughts..
