are you over it?
sometimes i sit in bed
shedding so many tears for you
i think to myself
is he over it?
are you?
do you think of me while having morning coffee the way i think of you while driving on the highway?
why does it seem so fucking easy for you?
how was it so easy for you to let me go?
i wonder if you ever loved me
if those words you spoke were true
if they were,
why haven't you come back for me?
YOU ARE READING
implicit thoughts
Poetryfreehand:: my thoughts and emotions put into words be fragile with them, they mean far too much to me
