I sit here as I try to wrap my head around the fact that you left. I called for you but you weren't there...
You left, but when someone asks where you've been, I don't have an answer for them. Once again I start making excuses for you. But the worst part... Is that I don't mind, I'd rather live in a fantasy world where you're still the good guy and there's no problem with us.
But of course that's not the case. You did leave, and you're definitely not the good guy. You were the one who infected me. You made me naive. You made me believe you. But not this time, this time if you ever come back and try to leave again, it will be the end. I will wash my hands of you and find someone that won't infect me with the harsh disease that was once someone who could bring a smile to my face in seconds.
YOU ARE READING
Writings/Poems
DiversosJust a few writings I had written down that I figured I would publish because they shouldn't just be sitting in a notebook on my desk.
