Excuse my french, but fuck.
What the actual fuck.
You miss me?
After the 3 long months of you wanting nothing more with me; you miss me.
I don't see how this is very fair at all.
For you know, and you know full well, that I will always be yours.
And for you to say those 3 little words,
the words i've been longing to hear for so long.
I miss you too.
But you know this now,
and here we go again.
YOU ARE READING
Because you left.
PoetryThese are a few poems, on my feelings for you. The poems contain my anger and hurt towards being used for you. Anyone who has ever gone through a heartbreak is surely likely to relate to this.
