I used to think of you as someone I could turn to.
It's surprising how I still can't get angry at you.
It seems like all of this escalated so fast,
If I had known that message would've been my last...
And yet here I am covered in blankets just thinking,
If the ocean was love then my heart, it's sinking.
I don't know if everything you said was true,
Because of all the other lies I am slowly getting used to,
But I deserve to know why you hurt me so much.
How you turned out to be more than just a crush,
But you broke my trust when you decided to say goodbye,
And what hurts the most is that you won't even tell me why.
YOU ARE READING
Reflection
PoetryMy second collection of poems. Kind of like a sequel to 'Expressing Me'. I write whenever I feel something strong, so yeah. =D