A part of me
is still in love with
the color of your eyes,
your laugh,
and your ridiculous jokes,
even though it's been so, so long.
Why did you leave?
Why did you pack your bags
and run away
without even telling me why?
Did you even think twice
about how this would affect me?
How this would hurt me?
No. You didn't.
Because if you'd've thought of me,
that means you would've cared enough
to not leave me.
But now that you've left me,
I'll forever wonder
if you had cared at all,
in the first place.
Ugh, I swear, these poems are getting worse by the minute. Well, this isn't even a poem. Like, at all. Wow. Even if my poems are ugly, though, at least my little flowers are gorgeous! Stay beautiful!
-Alexandra<3
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|midnight thoughts|
Puisia collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
