introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

I thought we had something beautiful,

something special

but I knew.

I knew

you never loved me the way I did you

those feelings were fabricated

stolen kisses filled with lies

you watched my heart shatter

and ignored my silent cries

yet, somehow, I knew.

I knew

you'd return to me eventually

and you did.

you were at my doorstep,

daisies in your hands

you might beg for my forgiveness,

but you should know 

that flowers show their beauty,

then wither away 

to nothing.