I think you might've resented me from the moment my eyes first opened.
I think you probably resented me from the moment she left.
I think you maybe resent me because I act just like her.
Gone for five years, and came back and acted like you were expecting everything to run back to normal.
Hugs weren't enough
Kisses on the cheek weren't enough
Telling you I loved you wasn't enough
You still took away every bit of joy and excitement I had when you came back
You still took away every piece of heart I saved for you, only giving five percent back.
So many chances, and minutes that I've waited for the day you change
But I'm never going to get that.
All I have of you is the shell that your face recreated,
genes.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
