My scars have resurfaced in a way I couldn't have imagined. You would be bewildered by the things I've done ever since you left, to be honest, I went all out. I did daring acts, went on crazy adventures, and made immense mistakes. Basically, I did everything you would be proud of, but disapprove of as well. Trust me when I tell you, I'm living it through some things that have happened. I smile more and am able to breathe freely. In a way, when you left, I found something more precious. These are the good things now listen to where it gets tough, I have been pushed, punched, and beaten many times, yet here I stand with the smile you supposedly loved so much. These scars I tried so hard to hide have shown up out of nowhere and I am bruised, it hurts, so, tell me why I'm so fine with it?
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.
