we used to sit around holding hands
we were in our own world locking eyes
you were mine i was yours
didn't do bad things quite yet
that was yesteryear
now i talk to him
you hate it
now you talk to her
i hate it
your up smoking again
i'm off shoplifting again
we hate it
why can't time turn around so we can go back
to when times were good and new and you held me in your arms
now we fight and things have gone bad
we still argue forwarding tears
crying silent in the shower
i want to leave but you hold me back
still stuck in the shadows
holding on to what wasn't there before
trying to figure out a perfect picture life
that wasn't ours in the first place
trying to be the people we used to be
YOU ARE READING
i used to know people
PoesíaPoetry in a light, heartbreaking, yet simple form. reckless, fearless, and all of the above