For a second there, I believed I was okay.
When I glanced through my past before you, I had hope.
But now, I am back to my reality.
I am back where I have no other choice than to exist or just not exist.
I am back home.
Home, where I belong.
Where I dwell in my misery with my thoughts of all the good things past.
For a second there, I let go and it broke me to lose connection with you.
So, I'm back.
Back to my hell, just for you.
Just to feel connected to you.
Pathetic, I know.
But even if it were for a second, I wish you cared.
YOU ARE READING
To the ex I never dated
PoetryWhat happens when love goes wrong? It drains you of all the love you once had to offer and leaves with a million and one reasons to only want to hate. Some say, you move on. Others say, you stay and fight to set it right. But the elites write their...
