It hadn't had to be this way, not if I had tried to keep my mind off of you. Maybe then I wouldn't be in pieces, trying to gather them all night, to be whole for you in the morning.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"don't miss me much"
It hadn't had to be this way, not if I had tried to keep my mind off of you. Maybe then I wouldn't be in pieces, trying to gather them all night, to be whole for you in the morning.
