Don't ask me why I love him because love has a language of its own.
Yes! I chose to love him in the beginning, but now it's doing its own damn thing...
To a point where I don't understand why I'm still loving him and it fucks me up in the head a little more each day.
Because he stopped choosing me, but my heart still yearns for him and I don't know what to do!
My sanity leaves me, each day. Ounce by ounce... And I'm scared that one day the poison writhing through my veins will kill me, because my heart wants to live the lie.
That maybe one day you'll come back and every thing will be the same as it was.
In a world where you keep choosing me and I continue choosing you.
YOU ARE READING
SILENT TEARS ✔️
PoetryGuys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! H...
