Why was I hesitant to come back to this?
To talk to both of you.
This is great.
I missed you.
We all missed us.
Because it is a mistake.
That's why you were hesitant.
But it's not.
Why would this be a mistake?
It is,
because you'll regret every thing you've ever thought,
every time you look at her.
But it's not my fault
Oh but it is
What am I even talking about anymore
You are not okay
This is not healthy
Yeah ya think?
I am fine without her
She is oxygen
I have other friends
That's silly you think they care about you?
What?
You can't tell? They hate you.
I still don't get why it's my fault
It just is
God I hate this song that's playing
How many poems have you written that are exactly like this?
STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION!
You can answer it yourself.
Just,
shut up.
I can't think about any of that,
not with 2 weeks left.
None of that is important right now.
Why do I do this to me?
What's wrong with me?
I don't even know what the point of writing this was.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
