I know it has been a while...
quite a long time actually.
I shouldn't have sent this,
but I also shouldn't have
been typing this. Truth is,
I care. Too much. I need you
to tell me you hate me. That
you don't love me anymore
and that you're happier
without me by your side.
Please... I'm tired of still
feeling this way, feeling
the spark that's left fighting
to stay alight. Thriving off
the small remains of feelings
I have left for you. I hate that
I'm still glancing at my phone
when it lights up, hoping to see
a message from you, saying hi,
or asking how I've been. Asking
how I'm holding up. I hate seeing
you, knowing we had something.
I hate that, that something is no
more than a memory, something
that bloomed from our reckless
actions. I hate seeing you, knowing
that we're back to square one, back
to the beginning, as nothing but
complete strangers. It hurts, more
than it should; and I'm tired of
being strong, and acting like I
don't care.. When I do.
When I really freaking do.
I never stopped. Never...
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
