you think you've gotten over
that person who caused you so much pain
that person you once loved
that's until you see their face,
then all those feelings
come rushing back
like a tidal wave.
YOU ARE READING
Conversations With Myself
PoetryWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
