Every year I wished for us to be,
You came but you never stayed,
I spent endless nights waiting,
Wanting to be held in your arms again.
I tried hard to make you proud,
Only to realize I could never win,
I wasn't the heroine you needed,
It took me years to scream it out loud,
After the state you left me in,
Maybe you will realize what you did.
I've been dead, ever since you left
Although I don't know how, I've moved on now.
YOU ARE READING
The Blackhole
PoesíaIt is a bunch if random poems that I have written in the past three years. It mainly focuses on feelings that I couldn't express.
