Careless, that's what I was. Completely and utterly careless. Not because I was hooking up with other people but because I'm doing it for you. I make it seem like I moved on because I know that's what you want, that's what makes you happy. At least i think that's what you want. Because some part of me prays every night that you want to walk to my house in the rain and kiss me and tell me what I want to hear. I pray that you want to stop hurting me and that you want to have me again. But that part of me is my heart, the one that was left destroyed after you left.
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Letters To You
PoetryThe words that are never spoken are usually the words that need to be said
