They say that the most destructive type of waiting is waiting for something that is never going to happen. I guess it's like waiting for you. Waiting for you was like a foolish kind of hopeful. I was hopeful that you would eventually come around. That like clockwork, you would eventually come back to me. But I was blindsided, because instead, all I got was pain, a slap in the face. The kind that kicked you to the floor and left you there. The kind where you jumped into the water and let yourself sink and sink, because you thought he would come save you, or that you would just eventually float to the top. By the time I realized I had to swim for myself, it was too late to reach air. I was drowning in you, but you were already too far above the surface to care.
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Things I'll Never Tell You
PoetryI love writing poetry, so this book would be a compilation of all my quotes, poems, ramblings, and whatnot. Basically just whatever comes into my head. Most of them are going to be sad stuff though, so yea. Also, some of them may be based on experie...
