"What do you look like?
Remember when we used to fight?
And I miss getting angry at you
'Cause at least I felt something new
'Cause I miss all the fuck ups we've had
'Cause even then you're the best that I've had"
not afraid to admit that you were
the best partner in my 17 years of life
and my 6 years of dating
and even if you were the best
i can't imagine your face
but i can think of how you'd look
tears running down your face
and frankly, I want you to cry
i want you to think about me constantly
and how much went wrong
because of you
i wish i could see you cry because of me
last year, it might have made me go crazy
this year
it gives me a thought, and a smile
last year, i lament the time
i wouldn't see you for a while
now, im just fine
and oh how i wish this really mattered to you
but it just doesn't, does it?
despite how unhappy you are
you won't reflect on this
you'll get past it
you'll try to ignore what happened
all just to be the same sad sack of emotional shit
that can't bear a day without music to block out thoughts
atleast i can make it through
without a constant stream of thoughtless white fuzz
and i wish you were crying about this
but we both know you never will
because you lost interest, you didn't care
all you wanted was to get it over with
go complain in the county over, whiney baby.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
