I remember the day
That you went away.
And I remember the way
That you talked to me
When I finally told you
How I feel.
I remember how it felt.
Whenever you spoke, my
Heart would melt.
I showed you my heart,
But you didn't want to take it.
I guess it's better
Than taking and breaking it.
I miss our friendship
And I miss the way
We would hours on the phone
Talking about your day.
You spoke with such passion,
I guess that's why I fell
And showed you compassion.
You, my old spark, meant so
Much to me then.
Funny, how we were so close,
Now we aren't even friends.
Truth be told, I do, in fact, miss you.
But those days are gone,
I'm done wasting tissues.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
