My thoughts strayed to you
on a random Monday night
when we haven't talked since March
it's May
I looked at our chats from two years ago
I want to cry
I miss the random effortlessness of our talks and chats
I will forever compare
every kiss
every hug
every banter
every call
To you
I hate you for making me feel this way
when it's evident you're not still thinking about me
I look at people and the world around me and wonder
How would it be if you were here with me?
If we took a chance
If you decided you could handle the distance
If we decided to be more
Maybes hurt
Ambergris :)
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Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder: Blunt Words and Whispered Thoughts.
Poetryemotions are hard and messy relationships fail and crumble but words can be shaped into whatever you wish it to be words are stronger than any weapon words can be read, heard, spoken and felt words are expressive and infinite they transcend time be...
