It hurts worse
To know that you cared
To say that you loved me
To have memories we shared
You told me you loved me
And I thought it had shown
You told me you missed me
And then you left me alone
The first night I was okay
I can't have you all the time
The second night hurt a little
Slightly sour, like a lime
The third night it stung
Like a needle in my chest
The fourth night I cried
I was no longer at my best
The fifth night I told you
How I felt so unwanted
You told me to wait
I felt slightly better, yet haunted
So I waited for you
And you know what it brought me?
Nothing but more waiting
A silent, but painful, plea
Still, I can't seem to shake you
It's for one simple reason
It's because I love you
I feel like it's treason
Today you told me tomorrow
Yesterday you told me today
Why do you keep saying this?
You keep leading me astray
Because it may hurt worse
To know that you cared
But at least I still carry
The now sad memories we shared
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
