without diminishing; it's evident everyday.
Crying a river won't do a damned thing,
When I hear your name; my heart will just sting.
Filled with longing; a vacant and lost state of mind,
motivation and a sense of closure I can not find.
Never needed me; you've made it quite clear,
That one truth is the truth I always fear.
How could I long for someone,
from whom care was never spent,
and felt that nothing between us
was ever meant?
The thought of memories past; and those we could've shared,
that stuck feeling in that I hate myself for just having cared.
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