I live between worlds:
the one you remember
and the one you've never known.
Between worlds,
Either I am a good friend—
the one who cares,
the one who will always be there.
Or I'm the person
You seem to forget
When you get caught
inside your own head.
I'm not angry,
because anger solves nothing.
And I will never stop loving—
But I need my love
to mean something.
So don't say you love me
just because I gave you my all.
I need to answer
my own call.
Because between worlds,
The sky splits in half,
And your choices await just beyond the path.
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoetryThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
