Sometimes
I think about the way we were
And
It makes me sick
Because
It's not you and I anymore.
It's you, and I.
Separate.
Apart.
Distant.
We were once apart of each other and now we are strangers,
Back to square one.
And I know things ended badly
But
I'd do it all again.
YOU ARE READING
L and H
PoetryIt's love and hate. Lover and strangers. Lover and enemies. Butterfly and bees. Heaven and hell. Land and sea. You and me.
