You say you're sorry
When I ask you why
You say you know why just like I
You don't finish the sentence
I tell you I'm fine don't worry about it
Because what am I supposed to say
That it hurts and seeing you with her feels like punches to my stomach every time
The type that leave you breathless gasping for air that you can't seem to get
I should be used to this
But after everything I guess I thought it might be different
YOU ARE READING
Here We Go Again
PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"
