Why were you mine?
You know what I hate most about us not being us anymore?
I associated my being with you.
Every interest, every hobby, every like, every dislike, you knew, you were there.
And so, now when I look at myself I can't help but be reminded of you.
In the ways I speak, in the ways I think, in the things I like, in the things I hate, and in the way my tears fall down my face.
YOU ARE READING
not a poetess, just heartbroken
PoetryIt is a collection of poems by a writer, not a poetess. Sometimes, tears and pain make you do things you wouldn't usually do. For me, it was writing poems in the form of questions I wish I could ask them. But I can't, so I hope, dear reader, you fin...
