He would treat her way better than I could.
He would take her out on a date often unlike me.
He would buy her flowers in unexpected times unlike me.
He would make her the happiest girl ever.
Unlike me.
When I think about before,I never really did anything she wanted me to do.
I never did what she was expecting me to do.
I've always went with my own way.
I've been choosing the wrong path all along.
Why am I only realizing this now?
The moments I held her,
Moments I held onto her small,soft hands,
Moments I kissed her thin,fragile lips,
Moments I had with her.
I want to be able to do that again.
To be with her again.
To be the one seeing that beautiful smile of hers.
If it wasn't for me being a selfish person,she would've still been mine.
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Heartache
PoesíaWhere are you when I need you? Come back. I'm breaking apart. I need you. But You're not mine anymore.
