You and me.
We really are something else, huh?
Say...
Did you seriously not notice how suffocating it felt for me to be in the same room as you?
The amount of times I couldn't help but look at you.
The amount of times I've tried to tell myself that you don't even notice,
you don't even look at me anymore.
The amount of times it felt as if my heart was just breaking,
even though I know well enough that everything between us,
is already over.
Well?
Did you notice anything,
anything at all?
No?
Oh.
Well of course you haven't.
Of course you wouldn't send a glance my way,
simply because you've already found someone new.
Because you've already forgotten everything single thing that we've been through.
Although few, it was enough,
enough to establish that we had something.
But apparently that something that we had,
had meant absolutely nothing to you.
Because you were able to throw it all away like it was nothing and move on, completely ignoring my existence.
That I was ever there.
While for me,
all I can do is just sit and stand there and watch and stare you from afar,
wishing that you would notice me,
at least one last time.
But you don't.
Instead,
you just continue to move on farther and farther,
like I was never in your life at any point.
And at this point,
all I can do is cry and stay as I am right now,
wishing to go back to how we once were.
How we used to act to each other,
all before any of this distance between us had ever happen.
- shotsofvodkaandscars
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Untold Tragedies
PoetrySimply a compilation of all the unknown and untold tragedies of things that happened in my life, in which case these writings have been created because I cannot keep them as caged within as it was in the walls of my heart. Whether they are real or n...
