Here I am just washing dishes and you come creeping right on in
It's been years, why are you still here?
I can't do anything, none of the everyday things, without you haunting me
You make me think of how it all was before, when everything was magical
Now after you it's all wrong
After you, everyone else forevermore gets the ruined version of me
I don't jump in, and I don't believe in forever
What is trust after you?
Instead I cry while I do the dishes and think of how no one else will ever have me like you
You probably don't cry while you do your dishes and you probably never think of me
Do you ever think of me? Do I want you to?
A part of me wants you to, to be miserable like I am after you
How many friends did you lose when you gave love away? How many called you out? How many took your side and chose to stay?
Did you tell them how you ended things? That you left me a breakup note to find that you couldn't even hand to me
I lie to my friends, say that I don't think of you
But now the dishes are done and I'll go on to cry another day after you
About the Creator
Diana
I fancy myself a writer.



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