I get mad
I resent them
For something they couldn't control
But then I see them
and I don't stay mad
and I think I've moved on
but once again
I try to talk to you
and I see the thing I hated
and now I hate you again
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Poetry"because you could've You made the choice to leave There is always a choice and you chose honour over me" (Honour)
