I held tightly onto the pieces you left behind.
That faint scent that seemed to linger in my room,
All your gifts, flowers, and chocolates,
Even your sweet voice seemed to whisper softly in my ear.
Oh darling,
Even when you are not here,
You continue to hurt me.
-i'm hate you but i need you
YOU ARE READING
You | Poetry
Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
