I know he knows.
No matter how many times you've lied, or the amounts of times you've made me cry,
He knows
It's always going to be you
Your the one who's always lost in my mind
The one I'm always trying to find
It doesn't make sense
You don't do it for me, like the way he does
Yet when it comes to you I can't help but fuss.
So when I call him,
eyes stained and voice drained,
He sighs and says
"not again, you deserve better, it can't be like this forever."
"I know" I say "I'm over him, over it, make me forget. I just wish there was a button that could reset"
I lie to me. I lie to him.
Because we both know, it's you.
It's always going to be you.
YOU ARE READING
The unspoken, spoken words
PoetryThe things I'm too afraid to say out loud yet the things I'll scream out loud with my actions. You could possibly call it poetry. Some things you'll relate too, some things you won't get. But that's okay. These are my unspoken, spoken words.
