oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

fifty two

i changed, i get that.

but i can't go back to what i was.

you can't tell me to go back, its asking me to fix a shattered heart.

i told you, if you don't want to talk to me then don't.

i was tired of the dull conversations

showing me how much you didn't care to be around me anymore.

i'm sorry, but i'm happy now anyways.

you left me. don't forget that.

k.h.