Just when I think we'll talk all night,
you say you have to go.
And it's almost always when I mention that one word.
Depression.
It seems like the second I say it,
you're gone.
It's almost like you care about me,
but then again,
it could just be an excuse to not talk.
I'll never understand you,
but I'll also never stop trying to.
Clearly I have to figure you out a lot more.
Piece by piece.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
