I could tell for days.
Something was hurting you and I didn't know what it could be.
You wouldn't tell me.
You did this to protect me.
"It was only when he was tired, I thought we were broken up"
But you're my everything.
Why would we break up?
I pray to God that the past 9 months weren't wasted.
You held my hand and we cried and listened to sad songs.
We talked about our future.
You were always there to pick me up when I was pushing myself down.
But now I can't have you anymore.
And I don't blame that boy and I don't even blame you.
Because at some point we are all confused.
But what I can't shake,
Is the fact that four months after,
I still love you.
And I'm scared to death that you'll never love me back.
~S
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Wishful Thinking// Poems Age 14-16
PoesiaThese are my thoughts. This is my mind. It's gross and messy, but it is what I have. Maybe you will read these and relate to them. Maybe some of these were written for people. Maybe I should just stop here because it's sort of difficult to describe...