You still haunt me sometimes. And the memory of the two of us too.
The girl attached to your waist makes me cring everytime I see her.
Maybe the scar you left will never heal. Sometimes it still hurts.
I know you are not worth my time. Not even a penny on the ground.
I remember everything you promised to me. Now you promise it to her.
I'm okay, because I'm happily moving on to sometging worth a lot.
And we've both been damaged and I know I'll never hurt him like you hurt me.
I'll never get how walking away from me was so damn easy on you.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoetryAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
