•I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don't matter anymore,
Like how I felt when you decided to walk out of that door.
I ask myself why it still hurts as I drop to the floor.
My eyes red, blurry and mostly sore
You used to ask me if I was okay
Writing me short love letters expressing what you wanted to say,
How much I would pay to go back to that day,
When you said that no person or problem could make you go away.
Maybe I lacked of something that you have always wanted,
But honestly, you have always looked at my efforts for granted
You changed, not listening to the way I always ranted
Now look at where the both of us had landed
I wipe away my tears,
Looking back at the years
I should've been prepared, I should've brought my gear
If I just knew that I would just get hurt here.
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Poems at 3am
PoetryBasically poems that I have made, bored and inspired, at night. Mostly about love, misunderstandings or self-harming. P.S I do not, in any way, support self-harming. I just choose to write about them to let you guys into the world of reality and sh...
