Sometimes I wonder if you really knew me at all
because it seems like you can't tell what you're doing to me.
and I won't tell you myself
because who am I to look like a fool for you,
I hate that you don't notice the little things you do that hurt me.
is there even a part of you that thought,
" damn, I shouldn't do this to her"
" damn, I think I really hurt her this time"
do you ever watch the way I act,
the moment you say something that I'd rather not hear?
the way my mood slowly decreases
as you talk about our past,
and the way we used to be.
do you ever notice how I look down when I hear you say things
like " I miss the way we used to be,"
or when you'd tell me how you missed when we weren't so different
and I'd look down just to keep you
from seeing my eyes crying,
because I wished for that too
and then maybe,
you'd see when I was hurting,
because we knew each other so well.
now it's like we've been living miles away from each other,
and we've forgotten one another.
YOU ARE READING
think of me
Poetryi love you , i hope nothing will change if you ever find this. i love you and i shouldn't. i love you and i don't know how to tell you. but if you read this, please think of me..
