i learned more
when you left me
alone
to cry myself asleep
than i did
lying awake
with you by my side
for a year
i built up
a friend i could love
that i thought
they were worth
the whole world
at night i gaze up
and ask you why
you don't care
and i know
i know now
we were always meant to be
so one-sided
lying on my bed with me
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
