Tonight I don't hate you
It's too late for that
The ways you've hurt me
Are meant to stay in the past
Tonight I don't love you
You killed my trust
I cherished you as my world
Whilst you wouldn't give up even a hand
Tonight I'm not angry
Even though perhaps I should be
Though we were no longer speaking
You said you'd be there
Tonight I don't miss you
I no longer know who you are
Once a boy, later a parody of a man
The heart of gold seemed to rot in hell
Yet tonight I miss you
As I gave so much, lost enough
It won't take me just months
Our kisses, your smile, the silly jokes
The next morning I'll erase you
It's only for the better as you once said
Seems easy for you now, yet I was the one
Losing the game all along
YOU ARE READING
The Mind Of A Writer - Poetry Collection
PoetryI was bare-skinned, and so was he - hidden behind the lines of poetry ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... My second poetry book. Deeply personal yet I hope some of you might be able to relate.
