You tell me to trust you
when you tell me you'll stay
but all you've ever done was leave.
You broke my heart into pieces
and you left no remedies to fix it.
So how do you expect me to forgive you?
When you never gave me
any proper apology?
Don't act like you can walk
back into my life
like nothing ever happened.
Its like when you
rip a hole in a shirt
and try to sew it back together
without knowing how to sew.
You won't fix me
you cant fix me.
You don't know how to,
you don't have the proper requirements.
And even if you learn to,
the shirt will never be the same.
It will continue ripping,
and you'll continue sewing,
until you finally give up,
and throw the shirt away.
You'll find a better shirt
within time.
One that's sturdier and fancier.
Until that is,
you rip that one too.
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Gloomy Thoughts
PoetryJust my random thoughts condensed into poetry. °°° TW: The majority of my poems deal with mental illnesses and other triggering content, so read at your own risk.
