torn apart.
hurt and
fragile,
like a heart
of glass.
i am
broken, by
the same who
came and kept
me stable.
i
reached out
and longed to
support him for
what felt like
eternities, but
that was
temporary; a feeling of
infatuation rushed
through my senses--
yet i yearned to stay.
f o r h i m ,
except i left before it
went further
than what i call
distant.
-
even if i did leave,
i don't regret making him happy,
i hope he's doing well without me;
goodness knows what he's been going through.
heck, should i even bother at
this time?
maybe not.
-l
12.17.2018
11:11 p.m.
this is not for 'you', instead i wrote a poem summarizing an experience with past mu's, and how i knew i wasn't ready.
i'm proud of this one, and i hope you enjoyed it, too!
YOU ARE READING
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