Whatever.
Go.
Walk away like you always do.
Like they always do.
If you come back well,
you'll wish you didn't.
So don't bother.
It was too much,
I was too much.
Far too much for you to handle.
So go.
Far away where the light fades.
Farther than my hand can reach.
And I'll walk,
head down,
back into this hole of mine.
And sit here patiently and pathetically waiting.
Waiting,
just to see if you'll be back.
But they never come back.
Ever.
YOU ARE READING
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!
