Where are you?
The feeling of your touch is overdue.
I miss the way we used to be,
But now I'm filled with misery.
You used to be there for me.
I feel like you're ignoring me.
Don't you see my heart is broken?
Of course you don't because it stayed unspoken.
What did I do to make you leave?
Did I do something to make you not believe?
I thought we had a connection,
But I guess my heart thought it found perfection.
I can't say goodbye,
Or else I will cry.
I will put this to an end
By saying good luck to you and your new girlfriend.
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PoetryJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.