it's funny how you reach a point where you want it to end, but also doubting about ending it.
it's funny how I told you to stop, when in reality I'm afraid that you would really stop.
it's funny how I say I don't want you, when all I think about is you.
it's funny how I feel really guilty, when you really left.
I don't really want it all.
I don't really want it to end.
but I don't want you to keep going.
I don't really want you to stop.
but I don't want you to stick around.
I don't really know what I want.
but I wait, and wait.
everyday just to get your text.
but I think, twice and thrice
everyday if I should just reach out.
I don't really know what I want.
but I don't like my days without you.
I don't like my days without your good nights.
I don't like my days without telling you how it went.
if I really want you to go,
why do I spend my days thinking
we can try again.
I don't really know what I want,
but I know I want you back.
I want you, back.
09/01/24
20:07
YOU ARE READING
if she talks
Poetrywords she never said she wrote everywhere she could. it's not structured nor planned. just everything she has in mind but too afraid to let it all out. - written in English and Bahasa.
