It Would Be Nice
It's been 3 months after it all blossomed,
Trying to cope with a cut or a chug.
They say "a little love never hurt anybody,"
Yet it could only hirt me.
What did I say,
What did I do,
I wish I knew a little more
Before we both parted.
Now I'm just trying to just
Forget you and your name
And your face
And what you meant to me.
Wish I got to know you more,
One last conversation would be nice,
But now I just text,
Not expecting a reply.
I wish I knew why.
I at least want to say goodbye.
"to bad"
This poem is about:
Me
My community