God, he's obsessed,
it's making me stressed.
We dated for a day,
I didn't like him anyway.
He blew up my phone.
I asked him to leave me alone.
He won't leave me alone.
He keeps texting my phone like don't give up on us.
I'm sorry, I'd like to live in my self-created sorrow.
You don't understand that why when you took my hand, it felt wrong.
I knew it was wrong.
That's why I'm singing this song.
You feel in love with someone.
Well, how can that one be loved when she can't even love herself? Huh?
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
