some one gave me a blue rock
a while back
this rock
this little blue rock
was so very special to me
and so was this someone
he told me he loved me
and that he would never leave
but he did
and over time i kept this rock
hoping he would come back
and remember me
and this blue rock faded
along with my hope
this blue rock almost has no color
and my hope is almost gone
but i still hold on
to this pinch of hope
that he'll come back and tell me
what i did wrong
but deep down
i know
he wont
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the heartbroken
Poésiemy poetry is for thoes who are suicidal amd anorexic or are going through anything troubling. (note: i am suicidal so i know this may be triggering.) if you are easily triggered i suggest you do not read. read at your own risk.
