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

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