if he had felt the same,
he could've been mine,
and i could've been his.
if the feeling hadn't faded,
we would've talked until 2 a.m,
about nothing in particular.
but the feeling did fade,
and we don't speak.
if he had apologized,
i could've worn his sweatshirts,
and snuggled up to him to soak up his warmth.
but he didn't apologize,
and it broke me.
if he didn't ignore me,
we could've made playlists,
full of songs that remind us of happy memories.
but he does ignore me,
can't even look me in the eye.
if he cared, even a little,
he could've been my everything,
instead of a stranger.
but he doesn't care, not even a little,
and the what if's are all I have left.
YOU ARE READING
Overthinking
Poetryi wrote these poems when i was in a really tough place, some of them are decent some of them are super cheesy but all of them are hard for me to go back and read. i'm just going to leave them here, if something resonates with you i'm glad :)
