Eight Years
You’d been with her for eight years.
And you wonder why I can’t always be with you emotionally.
eight years is nothing to a couple months.
She knows everything about you and she was your whole world for eight years.
I’m just a wrinkle in the fabric.
You may say I’m your whole world, but do you even know what that is anymore.
I had someone that was my whole world once too.
And I still think about him.
And he was only a year out of my life.
I can only imagine what you think.
This poem is about:
Me