On a video game,
On every level,
You can begin again.
Change all your old mistakes,
And win.
What is love then?
People call it a game,
But when it goes sour,
I don't see the rest button.
Is it disguised?
Does it not exist?
How do I fix all these old mistakes?
Well...
I can't,
I'm so sorry for ruining all those times,
Messing up so bad it's unforgivable,
but you still sit before me,
Saying....
"I'm fine."
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoesieThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
