We had the right kind of love,
But it was at the wrong time.
I feel like I'm watching from above,
Too numb to know why.
You said the distance was too much,
But I was the one who cried.
Breaking up felt like I died,
But now I feel nothing inside.
All that we had makes this even harder.
Trying to explain it makes me feel like a martyr.
You said you understood,
But made no move to make it better.
Now I sit here all alone,
Pulling down the sleeves of my sweater.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
