Irony,
like telling someone
you love them,
only to break their heart.
Or the taste
of blood
in my mouth.
My mind races
like you said
yours did last night,
except it's not with nerves.
It's with every apparent lie,
every string you dangled
me from,
and every rope
you just brought me to
the end
of.
How did we get here?
We went from falling asleep
together
and waking up with sore cheeks
from smiling through our sleep
to staining my pillow with tears.
I will wake up with sore cheeks
but there won't be any
smiles.
They say that distance
makes the heart
grow fonder.
Or maybe it's absence,
because right now you are
and maybe you
always
will be
from now on.
So tell me again that you love
me
and turn around and walk
away.
I knew from the beginning
you would change
my life,
but I never thought
you would set me back
so far.
So far.
You gave me more
than I thought I
deserved
and more
than I expected,
but you think it's
not enough?
You
have always,
will always,
would always
be
enough
for me.
But you don't want that anymore.
A one eighty
about face.
Do you still love
me?
Did you ever?
About the Creator
Kyle Granger
ΦΔΘ 643. ΣΤΔ. AFSP Ambassador. McDaniel '18. Catch me if you can.
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