dreams suck
my mind sucks
my memories suck
our past sucksi dreamt of you
and now i can feel your hair between my fingertips
your arms around my waist
your lips on mineits almost like you were there
i felt you here
i wish it was real
i wish i could go homei miss you
and i dont know why
because you dont love me anymore
and i dont love you anymorethats it right
we dont love each other anymore
so why do i miss you
do you miss me too
YOU ARE READING
The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.