I used to love him
And he used to love me too
But when shit hit the fan
His love was lost.
he started showing sides of himself
That I hadn't seen before
And I hated him.
I thought he was kind
I thought he was one of us
I thought he was silent suffering
I thought he was understanding
I hate that he's not.
I used to love him
and he used to love me too
I don't know what happened
And I kind of miss
The ignorant bliss
Of thinking he was perfect.
I kind of miss
His laugh and his love
And being his favorite.
I miss making him proud
And impressing him.
Most of all, I miss our talks.
I miss him and he isn't even gone...
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
