3.26.99
jda
7.12.13
i gave you so much. i would've given you everything. but something in you was missing.
and i'm so sorry.
i'm sorry you felt you were better off suffering alone; letting the pain eat you alive while we all watched from the outside.
you were the one thing that kept me holding on, but i never imagined you needed something to hold onto.
i tried to find you again. i looked into the eyes of a hundred boys. but you were gone and learning that ate away at my heart every day.
i searches the body's of too many girls; hoping i would find a new meaning of love.
and all it taught me was loss. you left me, and i left them.
now, it's been seven years. i'm an adult, or i'm supposed to be. but i feel like a little kid that lost their safety blanket.
i've felt this from the morning i knew you were gone.
i don't think it'll ever go away.
YOU ARE READING
i still write to you
Poetryi can't go on with these words in my head ☆☆ a collection of unrelated short stories and poems about people i loved and had to let go of. ☆☆
