I never
asked you
to leave
a permanent mark on me.
Yet you did,
never caring about
what that would do to me.
Here I am,
sitting in
the dark night,
thinking of you.
Sometimes I wish
I would have
never met you.
I don't know
how to
mend my heart,
how to
be okay again.
But I know
I have to keep going,
I have to forget
about you.
Will I ever be able to do that?
YOU ARE READING
what I never told you
PoetryThere are things we leave unsaid. Thoughts we never want to say out loud. But that doesn't mean they don't cross our minds.
