I'm sorry.
You probably won't read this or frankly won't care.
But I want you to know,
That I'm sorry you met me.I freak out,
A lot.
And I think it's better,
If we stop talking.
For a little while or forever.So you can be happy,
It doesn't matter if I am or not.
Cause I'm done freaking out on you,
Okay?Okay.

YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.