Staring at the screen.
One am on the clock
11 pm, Left on read.
He's holding you.
He's holding her.
But it's fine.
Because you'll lie to yourself.
Tell yourself you're special to him.
He'll kiss you the same anyway.
And you'll go to party's with him.
He'll offer you a drink.
It will all be fine.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesíaAll my poems All my thoughts I hope you can digest them Cause I can not ~~~~~ Please be mindful of my writing, it take a lot of effort and courage to publish them here. If you have a grieving with a poem, please message me so we can come up with a c...
