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The end of one thing is always the start of something else
Though sometimes I hope the end is the end
Every time I saw you with her I got so jealous
I felt like my broken heart would never have a mend
I wanted her hair, her figure, I wanted her heart
I wanted you to praise me, to think of me as great
And everytime you didn't, my thoughts grew dark
Like the wind killing off the flames of a fire in a gust of hate
I thought you were my light, my fire to the cold
The smile to my face, though those smile became rare
because in the end it was you, dampening the fire with reasons untold
Even though I had been there for you, I had always been more than fair
I was always good to you
I comforted you in your moments of despair
But you weren't good to me, that feeling wasn't new
Because it was something that lingers, something that's always there
Maybe you thought I didn't deserve a friend like you
You thought you were so kind, so perfect, so indescribable
But in reality you were cold, mean and judgemental too
I still don't know why I ever chose you
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Poetrysome poetry for the loners of society Please don't steal my work I worked hard on these :) (cover art not mine - found on Pinterest)