Cars passed by and the colours of the trees swirled with the lights, all of it a beautiful mess being left behind.
The memories were playing too quickly, my heart was beating too much and I couldn't breathe fast enough.
It was our day.
The day I said I loved you and you said it back, the morning you left, with all your things and your thoughts and left me to wonder
What did I do wrong ?
It was the day you left,
and I still miss you just as much.
Even though you don't deserve it anymore.
Even though I wasn't me anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Thoughts
Poesíacollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
