"Always asking myself if I'm over you,
Doubting if I'll ever find someone new,
My love for you will never run out,
But I guess yours don't have the same amount,
My insecurities is getting the best of me,
Questioning if I'm pretty,
Wondering if I'm worthy,
Comparing myself to everybody
When my friends tell me to get over him,
Instead of following their advice,
My thoughts drift back,
To the bitter sweet memories that we had,
I wish that we didn't have to drift apart."
YOU ARE READING
Talking To Myself
PoezjaPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
