You loved like bread crumbs.
You were never always there for me,
And I was never your number one priority.
But every once and a while you would come by, sprinkling your crumbs,to make me remember us, to not let me get over you.
But you would always leave again.
I didn't know when it would happen,
All I knew was the routine.
I wouldn't see you for weeks.
Then you would come, telling me how much you loved me
But the little part I had of you was always gone in the morning
You see now?
A trail of Bread crumbs.
Some here
Some there
Then it stops.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Purple poems
Şiir"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
