derek's poems

Untitled Part 87

it'd be better

without me here

you're already better

without me, my dear

it'd be better

if i was gone

i wouldn't blow up your phone

all day long

it'd be easier

just to leave tonight

than to try to convince myself

that its alright

and i'm so sorry

for everything

and i'm so worried

about you and me

cause you don't fucking talk to me

i don't know what's on your mind

i don't know if you're okay

you've kept me so blind

kept me in the dark

so i wander around aimlessly

trying to find you again

trying to find a way for you to love me

i wonder if i mean

anything to you anymore

does the art i made you

lay crumpled up on your floor?

did you even keep it?

please take care of my hoodie

because it's the only thing i have

that's close to you and i'm sorry

that i wasn't enough

enough for you to stay

you didn't lose feelings

you just found someone else and that's ok

no it's not

it's all my fucking fault

that you up and left me alone

but it's kinda all your fault

that i barely see your name in my phone

cause you don't fucking talk to me

i don't know what's on your mind

i don't know if you're okay

you've kept me so blind

kept me in the dark

so i wander around aimlessly

trying to find you again

trying to find a way for you to love me