the picture.
the picture to the side describes it all.
even if it's a screenshotted of a conversation,
it describes it all.
You said al these little cute things to me,
took me home,
kissed me,
held my hand,
played with my hair,
let me stay up a couple nights thinking of you,
teasing me,
flirting with me,
everything.
Sometimes, when I see you in the hallway, I wish I could take it all back.
Other times, I'm proud we had something, and not nothing.
When I see you, it breaks my heart, knowing you could drop me so freaking easily,
to walk out of my life as easily as you walked in.
Was I worth it?
Am I not who you want?
This is the picture:
can I ask you something?
Sure
was it easy?
was what easy?
Leaving me. Saying all that cute stuff then just walking away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.
_
Like I was nothing.
Just leaving me.
Like I was nothing.
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Yearn for You [poems]
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