we're too old to be playing mind games,
too aged to be fooling ourselves with downright
lies that we are told we should believe
we're too old to be messing with feelings,
too worn-out to cope with these empty thoughts
echoing around our heads
we're too old to be contemplating us,
too mature to wonder why our relationship
broke down and made me want to sink
we're too old to be this empty hearted
for without you i'm sinking and because i'm
not young, "i'm fine".
YOU ARE READING
petrichor
Poetry❝ you were a rainstorm & this was the aftermath❞ a collection of poetry. all rights reserved. lower caps intended.
