Seriously.
You say you miss me.
"Sometimes..."
Not all of the time.
Where were you when I was crying?
Where were you when I was bleeding?
Where were you at all.
Alls you did was hurt me.
And Alls I did was fucking love you.
It's been over a year now
And it still stings to think that you chose all of them over me.
It stings to know that I was never worthy of your preferences.
But as soon as I get a boyfriend?
You come back?
All the time...?
What's all that about?
Why now?
YOU ARE READING
An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoezjaIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
