we planned our fall
we planned to pick apples
to watch movies and light candles and be together
just happy
but now there is no us and whos to blame
i hate to think its me when i know its you
you used and manipulated me to what you wanted
you made me believe in all of these plans
got me flowers and books like you had good intentions
you stayed for 72 days i guess thats when my free trial ended
its when it all faded and your love turned to indifference
i guess all those silly little things you said were the temporary premium
YOU ARE READING
I miss him
Poetryhere lies a chronicle of grief, sadness, and personal emotion i hope it might make someone feel less alone
