I don't want to lose you,
but there are days I fear I have.
We used to talk every day in the summer,
but now I'm lucky to even get a text back.
It's been months since we last spoke.
I never thought I would be writing about you
along with these lost souls.
Does it make me toxic for wondering how you can be happy in my absence when sadness is my only companion in yours?
And as another person I thought who loved me left, I thought to myself, maybe I'm just meant to be alone.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
