He used to tell me that
it's okay to be sad
that he'd be there for me
even when I was mad.
He stayed with me for months,
but then he just let go,
it's almost like he didn't want
his bad side to show.
I told him that "I got it,"
"now you can leave,"
and he'll never know
how much I miss him
We were so naive.
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Poetry Is My Diary
PoetryMy diary, written in poem form. My feelings and life bunched into a couple of stanzas. I might post more than one in a day.. Don't copy or I am reporting.
