There is a foolishness to me,
This stupidity in smiling.
I find myself breathing in fumes
And mistaking it for you.
You and I lasted for a short second,
A breath in time so minuscule
That we weren't worth it.
I'm over you.
We're done.
But there is a foolishness to me,
This stupidity in smiling
At all the memories we had.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
