When we were awkward
And you were standing
in my doorway
I just wanted you to feel guilty
when I'm laughing
but it's not with you
Cause you seem to have
taken a part of my everything
The other day
I discovered melodies that were new
Coincidence
You love them too
Now I'll never be able to
receive my therapy
Without thinking of
and remembering you
And what kind of therapy is that
if you're forced to go back to square one?
Isn't therapy supposed to help you move on?
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
