You care? That's the biggest lie, I've heard in my lifetime, because if you "cared" you would've called, texted or tried to see how I was doing. Do you really love me? Even if you say it. Those are just words, Love they're not actions. Now, when I look back at all those times, our supposed "memories", I get angered by the fact you're gone, fine, but don't you dare go whining to people who blame me. You can't put the blame on me. You're not here to see the looks they give me when I refuse to go back to the hell you have put me through. You said you were sorry, fine then move on. I was actually moving on for a change, then just with the slightest glimpse of light, you collapsed my world. You destroyed me. I thought it was the light to a better world, yet I was mistaken, for it was the fire you were causing. The hell you are creating. This is the stage of your departure where I get to be mad. Where I have the right to blame you for once. If you cared, you would've checked up on me for once instead of the other way around. If you cared or somewhat loved me, you would've understood the hell you're causing by saying you "miss" me to girls you told me you never wanted. That's not fair on my part, it never was, because what happened to me being the only one you need, the only one you wanted? What happened to our love? I don't want it if it was like this from the beginning.
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
Poesía[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
