as okay as ill ever be,
ill still miss you
when im laying alone in my room
trying to sleep
but the thought of you keeps me awake
and pulls, tugs and forces tears out of my eyes
as hard as i try to shut them and keep them in
i promised myself
id never shed another tear for you
but
i make that promise to myself every night
saying
"for real this time, im serious, starting right now, that didnt count"
every night i make myself a promise and i swear i wont break it this time,
but ill recite the exact same speech tomorrow,
word for word,
like a poem ive rehearsed a hundred times,
like im performing it for a crowd
but im the only one listening and i know im full of shit anyways.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
