I have a problem with holding on to things.
Things that to most people are so little.
I hold on to old friendships , in hopes they will rekindle and everything will be like old times.
I'm addicted to old times.
I'm addicted to how things use to be.
The simplicity of things.
I hold on to how people use to be.
I hold on to things that probably are not even there anymore.
Change scares the fuck outta me so I hold on to anything and everything so I can to forget that everything around me is changing.
I hold on to people who probably forgot I even existed.
I hold on to the way people have made me feel whether it be love or anger.
I hold on the feeling people once gave me.
I'm addicted to old ways.
I'm an addict for the simple things.
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My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
