the hopeful part of me thinks we'll be fine.
the logical part of me feels like shit,
has your things piled up in the middle of my room,
will not wear the bracelet you got me,
has my claws out- ready to tear down your posters and pictures from my wall,
and keeps writing these poems even though i know
that you'll keep reading them and say nothing
and not even have the decency to answer my texts.
in fact, the last few you sent me,
i ignored or took long to respond on purpose.
petty, maybe,
but honestly you put me through more pain than any of my exes ever have because
at least when they and i broke up, i was already out of love.
the hard part is this time, im not,
even though it hurts me to say that i wish i was.
YOU ARE READING
Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
