And the hardest night
Of my whole life...
I have become so cold,
I have grown so numb...
I've always said
love never lasts...
I wish you
the one reading this...
You said you talked and thought about me,
You said you missed me, wanted me in every way...
TW:poem might be triggering for some
It’s never been about wanting to die...
Love is a seductive lure to a thing called...
Reeling you in with whispers of tomorrows...
“It’s not you…
It’s me...
You broke me,
you built me up and tore me down...
Those antique nights you chose to hoist
me onto your shoulders, stepping on...
How could you?
How could you possibly leave me...
Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...