It's like you have radar.
Anytime it says I'm happy, you pop up again.
You tell me nice things, make me feel things I tried my damnedest to forget.
Why?
I get it, I do, I hurt you. Paybacks a bitch.
But why do you have to be that bitch?
I was better, I was moving on.
Two months, two freaking months.
You took two months to say, hey wait about that, yeah no. I still kinda like you.
What the actual fuck?
If you cared you wouldn't say you've been thinking about me.
If you cared you wouldn't say you still like me.
If you care if you really really care? You would leave me alone and let me be that one girl that yeah hurt you, but you forgot and you both moved on.
Why can't you prove all those times you said you really cared?
I said the first goodbye.
Now it's your turn to say it back.
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Shit Happens
PoetryThis is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expe...
