Maybe if I hadn't been so
paranoid
or anxious
that you wouldn't have
said those two words
that made my heart
sink.
Maybe if I had been
careful of what
I was going to say
that you would have
given me
another chance.
Now all I can do
is sleep
with a picture of us
clutched tightly in
untoned arms,
missing you.
I fell for you
too hard
to see
what chaos
I had created.
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I Was She
Poesía[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
