You don't get it do you
I'm dropping hints everywhere
The pictures I like
The photos I share
The way I act around you
Trying not be upset
But trying to get you to notice
But I still don't know what's best
Then you choose others over me
And that's what hurts the most
Because I've felt it all before
And all poetry aside
There's no other way to say it
But I feel as though I'm at war with myself
And you're just watching
YOU ARE READING
Broken Chains
PoetrySometimes it's nice for people to not know who you are. So you can tell them everything. And it just, doesn't matter.
