What if I told you how I was feeling?
What if I told you I was lonely?
What if I told you I missed you?
What if I told you it's all about you?
What if I told you that you could fix it?
What if I told you that missing you hurts?
What if I told you that it's a hurt I haven't felt in a long time?
What if I told you I don't think it's too late?
What if I told you I still loved you?
What if I told you I'm scared you no longer love me?
What if I told you I'm scared nobody will love me?
What if I told you I think the world hates me?
What if I told you I think my friends hate me?
What if I told you I think my family finds me boring?
What if I told you I think you don't like me?
What if I told you I don't like me that much?
And what if I told you I haven't told you any of this yet, because telling you would mean admitting it to myself and to the problems that lie therein.
But then again, what if I told you everything?
What then?
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
