"I don't think that this feels like love
But I don't wanna let go"
don't have a single clue what I'm doing
and on the day i sit alone on the steps
that we once held hands at
the set of stairs we stayed at, for two hours
teasing past the first layer of unfamiliarity
enjoying the company of eachother
simple gestures, the want and desire of eachother
you sit alone on the vents
sweet half blushing cheeks covering your sadness
your sweetness towards me, the return of kindness
the want to have you feel comfortable
dealing with the comments you didn't like
i tried a lot for you
and yet you still say silently
"i don't care about any of that anymore"
the unspoken disregardment of everything I tried
and the hushed overlooking of my efforts
to get better, to better the relationship
to further the trust, i trusted you
i can't say if i changed anything in your life
or even if i did anything better than the sack of shit who was routine and boring, as well as psychopathic
i wished you were taking me home
but every other day, another piece is uncovered
the more I understand
the more the stress i put on you seems
as though an excuse for what really happened
what events unfolded, I don't know.
what really made you choose this?
but at the same time
id wish my questions be left unanswered
and things to go back to before
to see you happy once again
as i thought i saw you, day after day
maybe it was a guise, maybe not
but i wish things never ended
and i wish that i got to give you my card
"I hate your guts
But I'll meet you same time, same place tomorrow"
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
