It isn’t easy, is it? To be apart for so long. Not being able to feel the touch Of a hand Or even a kiss. But you tell yourself it’s okay.
By Shyanna Gaston6 years ago in Poets
How blind do I seem to be, When you’re coming home late. High on the stars, from some other girl’s perfume. Lipstick stains on your shirt.
How can someone just wake up one day And decide you aren't worth their time? But they expect you to be okay. They stab you in the back