I consider.
Maybe if I hadn't rushed.
Hadn't let my feelings get the best of me. I could've kept you.
You couldn't look at me.
I went to the game I went in line I bought a ticket I walked in. I saw you leaving. You saw me and looked down walked forward unable to look at me it seems.
And I know it was me who said goodbye.
But it wasn't because I wanted to.
It was too hard to have some of you and not all of you.
They say something is better than nothing.
But the pain said otherwise.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Hush
PoetryIt's poetry. The the tears that spill from my mouth it's the gold I bleed and the pain I drink
