I was a sad, lonely girl and you were something new. I was thirsty for adventures, for experiences, for new memories, and that's what you gave me.
One time, you told me that you loved me, but that was just a sweet lie, disguised as beautiful words that turned into butterflies in my stomach.
I used to be a scaredy-cat, but not with you by my side.
Once you left me i got sad and lonely and scared again. I searched for you in other people, lots of other people, but they weren't you and so my fears were never calmed.
You never told me why you left.
I sometimes think you never truly liked me, and maybe, just maybe, neither did i, but, as we all know, that's just a lie.
//WOW, CRAPPY OLD FEELINGS ARE MAKING THEIR WAY UP AGAIN HOW NICE
YOU ARE READING
writing about feelings is difficult too
Poetryas the human i am i have feelings and sometimes i need to write about them i don't always write about my experiences, i sometimes make stuff up too so not every post has much of a personal meaning to me
