I hate how
No matter what
We go through
I still don't know
What terms were on
I want to know if I can kiss you
Or if a high five is sufficient
And you won't tell me
Because even as you tease me until I'm red
The second I pry
You shut down
And I know you're reading this
Because I let you see
So you know how it feels
To be told how someone feels
Through a screen
And tomorrow you come back to me just to be ripped away
And it's midnight
And I'm just typing to yell at you
This isn't a poem
Or a song
It's a cry for help
Because the table we sit at is unsteady
And I'm finally about to change my seat on you
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak Poems
PoetryYeah love sucks but I guess it's good inspiration (I started this book in 2017 so it starts a little rough, but my writing has improved a lot over time and I like seeing the progress so im leaving the earlier work)
