It makes me sad, the fact that I've only been in your house twice.
The fact that your family won't grow to like me,
The fact that I won't marry you one day,
The fact that we cant work out all the little things anymore,
The fact that I made it so you no longer love me to the moon, let alone comming back.
The fact that all I dream about recently is you,
The fact that we've already been seperate for half as long as we were together,
The fact that that is unlikley to change.
The fact that I can't sit through what used to bring me the most joy, because it just reminds me of you and I cry.
The fact that when I see you I have to pretend that everything is alright.
The fact that I can not picture my life without you.
The fact that you know deep inside how destroyed I am,
The fact that you're not the one who's arms I can run to when I need someone.
The fact that when I dream of having children, they always turn out being ours.
The fact that we had a twitter account as your cat, and now I cant even read the tweets anymore.
The fact that I now only see you smile from across a crowded room.
The fact that I can not smile when I think of you.
I'm so sorry darling, but these facts kill me more and more every day, and although I know you do not feel the same way, just know, please, just know,
I love you.
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A Glance Into My Mind
PoetryPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
