When something good or bad happens, your first instinct is to tell your best friend.
Well for me, it's always been you in the end.
I
Was there for you. I was always there for you,
Even when you weren't. But I didn't give you that clue.
Trusted
Even when I shouldn't have. Jumped when I shouldn't have.
And that is when the feelings began to calve.
You
Told lies and kept a smile. You held my hand while stabbing me in the back.
You took something important to me, and tried to give it a whack.
And Now, All I Can Feel Is
Empty.
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Some Feeling Poems
PoetryIs it really true that things get worse before they get better?