With every passing moment
I think about him more and more
With every passing moment
He thinks about me less
I dread the thought
Of not thinking of him
It’s like breathing
It is subconscious
I can’t stop it
Or it’s very hard to
To him,
It was as easy as taking off his shoes
It hurts
I dread the thoughts
I wrote this while getting over my ex boyfriend. I've decided that all my poems no matter how sad, or how happy they are, they express real emotion. And mine has a ton of emotion. Please whatever you do, don't call me emo.
Comments
Kori Says:
You're not emo. You're crushed.
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