Hey, it's me again
I don't like the way your voice sounds on record
But that's fine
I guess I'm used to picking the ones that leave me behind
I forgot to mention
I'm doing alright
This time I am
I wish you could see me
you've been on my mind
And I promised I wouldn't do this again
But here I am leaving you a message in my head
It's not the same
You don't reply
You left me brittled and broken
With no goodbye
That's okay
I'm better
Only I can deal with my insecurities
You never were a flower to me
You were a rose in a field of daises
So I'll leave
This message
But don't pick up
It's better that way.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoesíaPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
