Why is it so hard, its like my mind moves on, but my heart stays. Why is it so hard for me too understand; its over, he is gone, he has moved on, he is not coming back. But everytime I see him with, her, I can't stop the pang I feel in my heart. How did he move on so fast, I know he doesn't let people in very easily, so why did he let her in so fast. I guess what we had was gone far before I knew. But the worst part, isn't that he has moved on. Its not that the person I thought loved me is gone. Nope. it's that im drunk in love, with someone sober.
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Kalopsia
Poetrykalopsia (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. .................... This is just a book with random poems I've written. Hope you enjoy!
