The Door slammed after a nasty fight between me and him.
He walked out,
Maybe to get fresh air,
Think about what happened,
Probably go out for a drink.
I stay on the couch watching The Door,
Hoping he'll come back,
The fight was stupid and petty.
Hurtful words were threw around carelessly, neither of us cared about what we were saying to each other.
All we wanted was the trill of the fight and the make up after.
An hour passed,
Nothing.
Two hours passed,
Nothing.
Three hours passed,
Not a d•mn thing.
That whole night I watched that Door, hoping I'd see my love walk back in.
But nothing.
I went to work, tired and scared.
Hoping for a phone call but nothing.
Came back from work and he wasn't there but some of his stuff was gone.
I knew it was him, he has a key and knows where the spare is.
Once again I watched The Door.
Hours turn to days and nothing happened till one day I seen him with another girl and then it was made clear.
I wasn't gonna watch watch him walk back through The Door
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Too Many Thoughts {Poetry Book}
PoetryThis is gonna have, Poems {Mostly Sad} Short Storys {Sad} Quotes {Sad} This book will deal with Depression and Anxiety. ------ This book will be my outlet, I wont hold back or bite my tongue. Its gonna be Raw and emotional.
