Remember the cold night in October?
When I refused to look at you all night,
Decided to sit far away,
And not by your side.
Did you wonder why I drank too much,
On an empty stomach?
How I begged our friend to drive me home,
When you already said you would.
It’s because I knew you wanted to talk,
About something I’m not ready to know.
I don’t mind you breaking my heart,
But not on your birthday night.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
