I'm tired of writing about you.
How long does it take for my heart to find another muse?
Because I've been so busy
convincing myself I'm over you.
But for some reason when I grow tired of tossing and turning in between rose colored sheets,
and I finally fall asleep it's always a blurry memory of you that I seen in my dreams.
It was this time last year when I was so convinced that I would be with you for the rest of my life.
And shit hit the fan a little too quick,
that wasn't your fault.
But what is, is that you strung me along, I was hanging on for the life of me.
and then the strand of black string that I was clutching on to was snagged on something sharp along the way
and now I'm cut off.
I have no idea where I am or what I'm doing.
All I know is I thought I was over you
and I see you in my dreams
and I can't stop writing about you
and that,
you're gone.
YOU ARE READING
UPSWING
Poesíaupswing: an increase in strength or quantity; an upward trend. a collection of poetry from a girl who falls in love with everything. //// welcome to my new poetry novel !! I'm so excited im back writing again !! this story is about my new journey...
