I miss the version of you that was happy. Even if you weren't with me... he was happy. You were carefree, joking with me, enjoying being alive.
Now your a hollowed shell.
Even if it broke everything in me, I want back the you that never knew me.
YOU ARE READING
Limerence (Poetry)
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
