why do i feel as though i'm being left behind?
remember when our conversations used to burst and blossom?
they've become so dry, i feel as though
they're the winter leaves that never live to see spring
it's my fault though
is it selfish to want to monopolize you?
people make you happy the way i used to
nevermind, i was never your lover
i can never make you happy the way a lover can
god i'm stupid
YOU ARE READING
Wonder
Poetrya book of poetry from a person who doesn't know how to write poetry. cover by @WORLDCRY
