He gave up.
I need him.
I long for the warm touch of his hands,
The softness of his lips,
I miss the way he would hold me,
Like nothing else mattered,
He didnt care who was around,
He didn't care who knew,
He loved me.
But it didnt last long,
The lies,
The rumors,
The pain,
The loss,
The denial,
They all came at once.
He tore me up,
The worst part by far,
Is that when I told him to leave,
He did.
He didn't look back,
He didn't chase after me,
He was gone.
He never came back.
He did the worst thing possible,
What I made him promise not to do from the beginning,
What I'm always scared of,
Because I've grown to expect it.
He gave up.
On our love,
On our happiness,
On our future.
And what I fear most of all,
He gave up on me.
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Feelings
PoetryJust a collection of poems, maybe a few short stories, and a couple rants...
