I try to go back to our tree and lie beneath the branches but I always end up in tears.
I wonder if you ever come back here and do the same.
Most nights I think of you with her and wonder why we couldn't have both been in your life.
I wonder if you ever do the same.
Sometimes and only sometimes the memories get too much and I think about what would happen if I never finished this day.
I push that thought away when I think of you doing the same.
YOU ARE READING
Crooked Thoughts
PoetryAll the thigs I could never explain trying to be explained. Just putting feelings into words I guess. I guess it's slightly triggering but what Isint these days.
