feelings
Are you ready to be fooled?
We break up, we make up and then everythings okay.
But now? nothing is right.
Where is the makeup part to our routine?
I got so used to the old ways that i never thought weʻd take a different route.
Im waiting for a text that isnt coming
Im waiting for a call that doesnt exist
and the worst part is that im stuck here, waiting, wondering,
your name runs through my head like marathons
and im not even sure if i cross yours at all.
This poem is about:
Me
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