I am mourning your touch.
The days when I had you.
Even those moments where you couldn't stand my words.
I don't know where you are, but here I spend my days afraid of losing you.
Yet, I am holding you here.
You scare me more than I could ever imagine
But how come I come back?
I hate this town; I hate the city.
I never knew what I was looking for.
Why do I waste my time here?
Here trying to explain my thoughts
To you I ruin everything
To you, you are 'misunderstood'
In my head I am not sure who I see
I mourn the person that was.
The one that was smitten my me.
Flowers on my doorsteps, flowers on every other day.
I change too much, where my appearance isn't who I am.
Where you made me hate myself.
And now? I read books on "bettering" myself.
But you're never satisfied.
And maybe I'll never be enough for YOU.
But am I? I need to know why you left me here
Mourning me.
-m.j.h.
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(Poetry)Beginning of The Unknown.
PoetryThis is a collection of short stories or as I like to call them poems. Although, they are dark and yet pure and soft. I hope you're able to remember moments of kindness and happiness. I thank you for the opportunity of sharing these moments with you...
