Sleeping with a broken heart
and a shattered soul
and a lost mind
it's cutting every inch in my body
into pieces that i try to hate you
for but
I'm only a loyal to an
incomplete love story and I'm filling
my lack of trust with the hope that you're going to make things better than we thought and imagined,
i always keep my eyes on the street
asking god to make you a beautiful coincidence,
to remember ,
I loved you in the ways
you wanted to be loved
and i loved you in the ways
that i wanted you to love me ,
i loved you first and i wanted you first
but then i put you first , but I was always your last .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poetryletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
