I miss you
But I don't know how I will ever get you back
You used to be
So
Simple
And I could go to you
And feel free
And feel alive
But now
It's so difficult
Life is too hectic
And I feel as if
I don't have enough time
For you
Or your words
They used to poor out
And leave tear stains
Across the pages
And carefully
I'd try to hold that pain
And craft it into words
Those pages
I can't seem to even look at now
They make me feel exhausted.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly
PoetryI'm more into writing stories and fiction, but I thought I'd give poetry a try. This book is an ongoing collection of poems or short phrases I have written throughout this past year, mainly about having hopeless crushes, learning how to grow up, and...
