Its a dull throb in my chest...
Like a small chip in the corner of the window. Its there, barely.
I can't help but want to know, I'm glad you're happy.
You don't get how much.
But its hurts me more than a punch.
The tears burnt and stung as the words slip off my tongue.
"I'm glad you have the one"
But what sucks the most is that i once thought that you were the one...
But I was only some short term fun.
Its okay I know my place now.
I mean who would ever love someone like me anyhow.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
