when you asked,
i cried with you.
when you held my hand down the aisle, i cried with you.
and in the end the "i do" was in two, and so were the "i love you's".
i wanted you to be mine but you had to leave me.
when you left me,
i cried because of you.
when i let go of your hand,
i no longer had tears to cry.
YOU ARE READING
I hope you're missing me
Poetrypoems and song and just stuff i write. •trigger• mentions of self harm and suicide, suicidal thoughts, and sensitive topics. •i am okay•
