This is just a short poem about how I’d feel if you were ever to show up again.


Dying for you to show up in the middle of the night

Those were my thoughts all night long

All over again after all those years apart

It was not the same you broke me instead

Insulting me because I was not the same

But you did it anyways, sweet talking me

Leading the way to disaster

To another heartbreak

I wanted to stop you

You were stronger as always

And I was weak no wonder.


This is for every girl/boy who is dying to meet up with their {once} special someone but knows that it’d break them…

That’s me every night.

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