Ya see from the first
day I met you.
I had caught hella
feelings for you.
I still think about
you all the time.
And they say
that I should just
get over you.
And I think how?
How could I?
Your love intoxicated
me.
Yeah but, you
didn't know I was
a recovering attic.
Recovering from
getting caught up.
I think of all the
fun we had.
I think of all the
happy things.
You, you were
my addiction.
You, you got me
so high with your
love.
With him, I only try
to find you.
With him, I wish he
was you.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
