My friend and I were talking
talking about you.
What we used to be,
what you meant to me.
Got me thinking what went wrong.
Didn't take me long to know that it was me.
I was the reason.
It hurts when I think about it,
all the memories we shared..
All the laughs,
the smiles...
We grew apart like kids do.
If we are meet to be, we will come together again just like you said,
I know.
Deep down though
I know that won't be.
For it is me who caused the differences.
I got in the way.
Over my damn fear,
my mentality.
whatever you call it.. It was me.
I see that know. Maybe you do too.
No matter what, we both know we can never go back.
For we changed.
We aren't who we used to be..
Maybe, that is just for the best.
So tell me, do you ever think about me.
Does it ever hurt you too??
YOU ARE READING
The Deepest Parts Of My Soul
Poetry"I'm a disease you can't heal Pimple that you can't get rid Leaving a scar" "It's funny How that simple cut Can effect so much of our lives" ....my innermost thoughts and emotions written across the page for all to see in attempts to heal mysel...
