I know,
You're hurt.
I did this to you,
Every time.
I know,
That we keep on doing this.
Hurting each other,
Though we notice it.
We did it somehow.
Cause we always do it.
Hurt each other's,
Feelings, ego, emotions.
I know,
I should treat you better.
Be a better person.
A better friend.
I know,
Now and most of the time,
I'm nothing like that.
I'm really sorry.
I know,
You hate me for it.
I hate me for it.
I'm sorry.
I truly care about you.
Sincerely.
From the depths of my heart.
I reallu do.
But again.
I did it to you.
Hurt you.
Hurt your feelings.
Again,
Being the person you detested.
The one you'd run from,
Your little b.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.
