You can't just come back into my life after fucking every single amazing thing that I have left up, and then expecting me to openly forgive you. You tore my heart up and all I have left is the pieces you claimed were yours for the longest time. I found your sweatshirt a couple days ago. I put it to my face and inhaled so deeply I could here the way your heart was beating in my ears when we once were laying on the couch watching a movie. I could feel the heat light up on my face when we were sitting in front of the fire at a haunted house and you told me how great I made you feel. I could see us walking the streets on Halloween night hand in hand, standing so close to feel the heat and electricity between us to warm us up. Everything flashed away when I exhaled not only the smell, but the memories till it all faded into nothing. Till I went to lay down that night staring at the ceiling fan spinning around in circles wondering what I did wrong. You never gave me a reason. What is the reason as to why you broke me?
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Better Left Unsaid
PoesíaMaybe in the end all things are better left unsaid. Better left in the dark. Secrets hidden that no one will discover. Things that will change the way you see me. Things that will cause you to deny me. Things that would be better off left unsaid...
