Hello,
Might as well be goodbye,
It hurts just as much,
You were never small in my mind,
There's perfection in the way you move,
The way your eyes take in the world,
And how you stand there, analyzing every word that's said,
But still on guard, just in case there's another bad apple in the bunch,
I turned out to be one of those,
Now I'm cursing myself for being so careless,
I was wilting and taking everyone else down with me,
There was anger sewn in the seams,
Now I'm so disappointed that I let this happen,
I become all I hoped that I wouldn't become,
I was so stupid,
Now you're back and I don't know how to react.
YOU ARE READING
February Journal
RandomMostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the...
