It saddens me we've grown distant my friend.
The word feels bitter in my mouth.
No longer can I trust you to hold my secrets
No longer do I hold the keys to your broken heart.
We laugh but we laugh at different jokes
We cry but we cry at different events.
No longer do we share our lives.
I was never yours
But I always considered you to be mine.
YOU ARE READING
Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
