This book I made,
Is so I can tell you things,
That I can't say,
Out loud.
Brother will be married,
My sister is herself,
You are forever,
You.
But,
Today,
I fear there is something wrong,
It's wrong,
But,
I can't explain it.
It's a feeling inside,
Like I want to die,
Because,
I know,
That in the back of my head,
You'll find a better match.
'I am only a temporary measure,'
Right...
It's been four months,
Yet,
I still feel like,
Something's wrong.
I wish I could navigate and find,
What's causing such,
Distress.
It's been a while since...
We last really talked about things,
We've acted weird,
With just us...
But now,
Do things seem different to you?
Am I alone in my thoughts again?
When she said 'pity',
It haunted me for so long,
Just now I'm starting to heal from it.
It's not as if you'd know...
I write these for you to understand,
To know the pain I go through..
I feel myself changing,
In the night sky becoming new,
But,
My dear,
That this change,
I fear,
Wasn't for you.
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
