Is it bad... that I'm huddled up under my blanket..
Waiting for you to come back?
Waiting for you to say
"I'm sorry baby, please forgive me" and I would and would just blow it off my shoulder like it was just a terrible nightmare.
But deep down I somehow know you weren't kidding and you left me forever.
YOU ARE READING
The Never Ending Story of Complaints
PoetryIt's definitely not poetry but just my life put into words.
