No matter where I look, you're not there.
All I want is for you to be here.
Truth hurts, and you have been the worst.
Everyday I still think of you.
Why won't you come back?
How come you don't talk to me?
I wish you cared more, the pain grows more with silence.
Nothing compares to how much I miss you.
Everyday I continue to wait for you.
You were everything.
A name I used to repeat, one I loved.
Now, I hate to even say it.
YOU ARE READING
Vulnerability
No FicciónA book of all of my writings that come deep from within my soul. Personal little things that make me vulnerable.
