Anyone I care about, always leaves.
Why?
Because I'm not meant to have people to care about.
Why?
Because I'm not worth it.
Why?
Because I'm always wrong.
Why?
I don't know.
Why?
I don't know.
Why?
I don't know!
Why?
I don't fuckin know!
Why?
Because I deal with both of you in my head.
YOU ARE READING
When I craved (Knew)
PoetryNew writings! Check out my other poem/short writings in "Just . . . words" Some older ones are started there!
