1:49 AM
It's nights like these when it's late and I can't sleep, where I find myself missing you more than ever. It's the little things that spark my longing for you to love me again, but sometimes I think you never really did. There's this picture, I love more than the others. I'm standing there with a dandelion in my hand, wrapped up in your jacket. I had so much hope there, holding the weed I treasured like a flower. It's all I have of you. You love her now though, more than you ever did me. I lay here and question why I wasn't good enough all those years you pretended. Why? Why do such a thing to me? Now I'm laying in bed trying not to pick up old habits. I'm sure I will though, they never go away for long. Especially when your here. I miss everything right now. They way your skin felt against mine. You were like my own place of warmth when it got cold. My savior when the snow fell. Your gone now though, the thought of me no longer crossing your mind. It's not like there was much to hold onto anyway. People tell me to watch what people photograph because it's the things they never want to lose. You never once took pictures of us... I've let go though, I'm over you and never want you back. But sometimes it's okay to miss you. I know that now... I'm gonna be okay, just not tonight.
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The things I'll never tell you
PoetryIt's 2am and I can't sleep once again. The words I should have said run rampant through my head. I should have told you and now your gone. So here are all the things I'll never tell you.
