As I look at the mirror
And stared at my face
And thats when I realize,
How incomplete I am
How terrible I am
How unfortunate I am
Right now
Without you.
Days have passed
And yet,
The feeling I have
For you I still here
In my fragile heart
You have become my oxygen
And yet you left me
Hanging in here
Waiting for you to come back
And ready to
Give you a warm hug and
Kiss you
But you didn't come back
You didn't
You just left me
just to be with
The girl from your past
Yet you said to me that
I'm your fucking
Present and future
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PoesíaPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
