i hate
how you like
to smile and lie,
pretend nothing happened,
and claim you aren't naïve.
i hate
how you like
to say you're over it
and bring it up again
to make me remember
how much it hurt at the time.
i hate
how you like
to lie and say
that you're over what happened,
when we all know
it plagues your mind
just as much
as it does mine.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoesíaThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
