| April 10, 2016 | 7:15 pм |
yoυ never dιd тeхт мe вacĸ.
ι ĸnew yoυ woυldn'т.
ι ѕpιll мy нearт oυт and ιт ғeels lιĸe yoυ don'т care;
jυѕт lιĸe ι тнoυgнт.
ι can'т even ѕleep вecaυѕe ι've вeen dreaмιng aвoυт yoυ way тoo мυcн.
all ι can do ιѕ lay ιn вed.
ғall aѕleep.
dreaм oғ yoυ.
and тнen waĸe υp and do noтнιng aвoυт ιт.
yoυ leғт мe.
aғтer all тнe тнιngѕ yoυ ѕaιd and everyтнιng we dιd.
yoυ мaĸe ιт looĸ ѕo daмn eaѕy тo leave.
ι мean тнere'ѕ noт мυcн тo ѕay, eхcepт I've been missing you ever since that night you walked out my front door.
Why dιd yoυ leave?
Why did you walk out on us?
YOU ARE READING
↠leттerѕ ι never ѕenт↞
Poetry| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
