To think it could be me
to believe I could have you
call you mine, even for a night
for thinking that you truly cared
for letting myself feel
for actually thinking that you
could help me to heal
for loving the feel of your lips on mine
you hands on my body
your breath on my neck
for losing my head and imagining
a world where you'd choose me
want me
love me
I was wrong
But I see that now
I'm back to myself
to the independent girl
who never needed anyone else
I won't make the mistake
of falling again
I'll forget how I feel
remember you're my friend
I'm sorry
Forgive me
I was wrong
YOU ARE READING
Puzzle Pieces
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poems designed to say what I was too afraid to. They are the true, unedited musings of a Outcast..Loner..Weirdo..Psycho.. With these pieces finally together maybe people will see me as I truly am
