There were days
when all I wanted was to
hear the sound of your voice,
and to feel the glide of your fingertips on mine,
and to be in your presence.
Those were days I found myself
hating you the most.
You left me,
cold,
in the clouded fog
of my depression.
Right when I needed you
the most.
I hate myself
for hating you,
because to this day
I still love you
YOU ARE READING
Quotes & Poetry
PoetryHey. You'll find here a lot of quotes and poetry. Most probably won't be mine. I hope you enjoy it. :)
