She thought she was over it
Over you
But all you had to do was call
And all she had to do was hear your voice
Once again, she got sucked right back into the unknown,
Filled with heart wrenching pain and passionate love for you.
She thought she was over it
She wasn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
