Maybe you'll leave,
Hopefully sooner rather than later.
But maybe you won't,
And that would be a shame.
Because,
Even though I hate it
And I wish it didn't,
You are haunting me.
You are stuck in my heart
And in my head.
"Get out! Get out!" I yell.
Doesn't matter whether
I'm in a crowd or not,
I just want to let you go.
I don't want to care
If you leave the country.
I don't want to care
If you got your hair cut.
I don't want to care
If you meet someone new.
I don't want to care
If you don't anymore.
I want you gone for good.
Just leave.
Get out.
Go away.
I'm saying goodbye.
So why are you still here?
You're physically gone,
You have been for awhile.
But at the same time
You're not.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poems
Randommy poems (please do not take them, they are very, very personal and me a lot to me.)
