I did something wrong,
i feel like it was my fault all along,
It was something i did,
Something i said,
Something that played over in your head,
I thought i was doing good,
The thought gave me hope,
Now i guess ill find a new way to cope,
I ate for you,
Slept for you,
Gave you my demons that broke me in two,
I liked you,
But give the fault to me,
Because i came in to soon,
Ita okay though right,
We'll still be friends,
Although things will never be the same between us again,
I wanted a chance,
To maybe hold you hands,
But you were to broken from the last man,
He left you hurt,
He left you scarred,
But youd want him back even if i gave you my heart,
Thats the problem with people like me,
We dive to deep and get left behind,
We make mistakes and and walk around blind,
That's why people like me,
Will never deserve to be happy.
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what i want
PoetryI have always done what other's want, but here are things i want with no background.