i thought this would be easy,
all i want is you.
but it burns and it stings.
what am i going through?
im not always so clingy,
this i swear.
but time without you
leaves me gasping for air.
i love how i feel
when we're conversating.
but when you hang up,
it's myself im hating.
i want to be better,
to not always cry.
but that's just not who i am,
and i refuse to lie.
YOU ARE READING
sad poetry
Poetrypoetry about depression, etc. "the biggest lies, of all that are spoken, are the ones that cover up what's broken" - me
