Call or a text
Every time when there is something and I need to talk about it, I think about you.
You are the only one who knows everything. Every little detail.
She doesn't know everything. I'm planning to tell her, but I can't. I can't because I'm scared she'll also tell everything and turn into someone like you. I don't want her to lose her kindness because she finds out there is no kindness at all.
You know the truth, but sometimes you forget there is another truth.
It is: even when it rains, we know there is a sun, shining bright behind those clouds full of water.
But that's not what I wanted to tell you.
I wanted to tell you that I want to say I'm here, you also can talk to me, or something like that, but then I remember.. We don't talk anymore.
Funny huh? When you have to forget about someone who knows everything about you, but you just can't.
Well we both know it sucks. Damn much. But we're just stubborn to talk about it or say sorry. So yeah.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
