Why are you so into it? a man breaking your heart, can't really be that intimate.
But still you let them, doors open wide and blinds folded down.
So that no one can see, the scars you reopen, or the ways you bleed.
But you, the last one, I'm trying not to give up but I'm almost done.
You may not be ready, or you may not be strong, but you could atleast try to be steady.
You can't ignore me and act as if nothing was wrong,
Because you see the way I feel, and you still choose to be unreal.
I'm giving you the chance others didn't have.
Then you still turn your back.
Get real, or get the fuck back.
I'm tired of being pulled along for no reason
you know, you're in control of your thinking.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
