i did it again
i opened back up
tried to be funny but not too much
i tried to make you like me
it seemed to work
till one day you got tired of me
i the return window was closing before you felt stuck
i guess i was just something to try on and wear once or twice to look good in front of your friends
i guess since you returned me you never had to pay
but im the one sitting and crying again
im right back where i was
in my shower on the floor sobbing
wishing i didnt give my heart and soul away so quickly
i wish i could love slow
but i fall too hard
i guess i cant let go
i guess im back
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
