I'd like to say I'm okay, I guess I'm not though.
I've got great people around me, but you were the one I wanted the most.
I'm not about to talk about you only though.That's not why this is here.
Sure. I'm hurting. If I admit that you win, so, I guess you win.
You'll never know it though, that would require you to talk to me.I guess I don't really want you around anymore
I guess you never wanted me around.You wanted me for sex. You think I didn't know? Pfft. Okay.
I was about to give in to you. I truly was. You were about to take advantage of me and you didn't even know it. You left before you got the shot.
So I guess all the sweet talk, and all the kissing and the ass-grabbing, all the times you said I meant the world to you, They weren't true?
I guess not.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.