love poems.

sixty nine.

time goes by and it makes me miss you less. i have a job now, i'm focusing on school, i love my group of friends more and more with each passing day.

but sometimes when i sit alone in my room listening to music or walking in the hallway, i'll think of you.

it's been more than three months since you told me i was better off dead. it's been more than three months since we last spoke. i wonder if you ever regret what you said and i wonder if you ever want to talk to me again.

someone told me that you tried again with someone new and it didn't go well. is it because she was a little bit too much like me? or was it because she was too different from me? nevertheless, i'm sorry. i'm sorry that you couldn't find the love you needed in someone else.

talk to you soon. bye.