Perhaps I may have not given you the best of me when I was sober
My thoughts weren't even aligned with my consciousness
I took your nice words for granted
But it hurt me more to see you
walking down the isle with someone that is not me
It hurts me more to know that I wasn't ready for you
I was busy worrying about my own insecurities
that I lost you in them.
YOU ARE READING
FRAGILE
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
