I'm so glad that I had my reservations about us.
That I didn't make a home out of your bones.
That I didn't need to be next to you to breath.
Cause if I did. I don't know if it be here. I'd be lost. I'd be drowned. I'd be dying after you told me it wasn't me you loved.
I'd hate you for sleeping with me then leaving me.
You know what. I hate myself more. Cause you've already done that before. You've slept with me and left me 2 times before.
I spent over a year always going back to you when you came knocking. Each time you left me for her and I was dumb enough to go back to you each time you got bored.
It's okay though. I never made you my home. We're okay. Not friends. Not enemies. Just people who have a past together now. It's okay. I'm okay. And you're gonna be okay. I helped you get to a point where you realize what you want.
And whilst that I've come to a point where I realised your nothing to be sad over really
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy (Poetry)
PoesíaPoetry I wrote during the length of a 5 year on and off relationship
