I wander around, following shadows of your past self. Do you see me? Was I more than a chapter in your life? Because I can write a whole book on how you hurt me, I just want you to feel that pain you unleashed on me. The tears that never stopped coming. The way you stopped caring about me as easy as you forget I even existed. I just want you to hurt like you hurt me.
You want me to meet you halfway, say I'm sorry, that I never meant it to happen but what if it's fate and we were never destined to meet, I just messed with the reality that we'll all die alone, and I wanted to make a friend on my own, but you didn't. 'Cause no matter how far I'll go for you, you never met me there, or even half the distance. I drove all the way out just to see you and it's clear I'm never doing that again.
It makes me wonder was it yourself who decided to cut me out of your life, or was it someone else's idea? You just followed a rumour or advice, well hear me now that you didn't deserve this bitch. I dare you to take it back and start pretending you cared about me at all just to try and earn me back, but you can't, 'cause now I know better.
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Poems
Poetryshort poems that could also be songs i thought of on a whim. most of these are a bit old but recently i was told by a friend to publish them as they're, quote on quote "not bad" so i take that to the stand by broadcasting them here. take a gander.
