I'd never felt more loved than when I'm with you.
But tonight I went and messed it up.
I hate my ignorance.
I hate the way I am.
One day you'll leave me.
And I'll only have myself to blame,
for going and loosing something that means so much to me.
I'd never be the same.
Then again,
I never have been the same.
I suppose the past is in the past,
easier said than believed.
For I,
am forever stuck living in the past.
A/n: ending this once I reach 100 poems. Maybe 110. Nonetheless, this won't last much longer.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
