4•03•2016
We don't talk like we used to,
if it gets silent,
you just left.
Our conversations are getting shorter...
if you must go,
I held my tongue on the topics I wanted to discuss:
Leaving me with my wandering thoughts that got the best of me.
They seemed to find a way to twist around and make everything awful,
causing me to get upset.
When i cried with you,
you just stood by,
not comforting me...
and if later on I'd call?
you'd be too heartless to talk.
Sorry
For getting hurt by something.
- I couldn't help but get hurt by.
YOU ARE READING
Hugs & Kisses
PoetryLife is as magical as it can be for me, until I met "HIM" He had jumbled my thoughts, priorities, and self worth. He had made me feel so small in this world, when I wasn't. We all have met someone like him... And I hope those who have not, never do...
