I can't talk to you anymore.
I can't look at you the same anymore.
What happened, to the way we used to talk?
What happened to those late nights, we used to have before?
You don't call me no more.
You don't even worry about me no more.
We were close, guess we got old.
Maybe I was blind, believing in a dream.
I always thought, I thought I knew,
You'd always stay with me.
Why do I still think of you?
It hurts to miss us and how it was,
Guess it wasn't enough, for you.
Why'd you give up on us?
It hurts knowing I'm still there for you,
But you never came through for me.
What friends even were we?
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
