I often ask myself
Why I kept sticking around,
Even after you shot me down
With your hurtful words
Again
And again.
I never come to a conclusion
Instead I usually find myself
Lying on my bathroom floor
Or in my bed crying my eyes out for hours.
Because the flashbacks of our time together
Always get me sobbing.
I hate how I gave you permission
To treat me like garbage
And sure I do regret it.
But after all
I spend my time in hell with you.
Even though you were the one who put me there
So maybe
Just maybe
It was worth it.
z.v.w
YOU ARE READING
I remember the look in your eyes........
Şiir"I still remember her quirky smiles, ocean blue eyes, the way her lips tasted when she kissed me softly..........." ~All poetry is by Zenia~