You asked me last time we sat together / You looked me in the eyes and with such deep sincerity asked me how I was after everything;
After you shut me out, then cut me off / We both took a chance and I know you said it hurt you to do it;
But I sat there in front of you crying / I never cry;
So of course, I lied;
I told you what I thought you needed, what you should hear / I said I was fine / I gave some half-assed excuse about slowly processing it every chance I had an emotional breakdown / It didn't really bother me anymore / It'd been a month and a half;
The truth was, I was a mess / It still hurt like a fresh wound / I put on a brave face because yearned to see your face / My sarcasm, self-deprecating humor, and curt answers caused more damage than I care to admit though;
We were really close before I let you into my heart / We agreed that we would try to go back to how it was before / We both didn't know how to do that;
Now we have long lapses of silence / When we do talk it's so awkward and short / Like everything I say to you is a stab to the heart/ Part of me wishes you trusted me enough to come to me and open you stumbled that first time.
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.



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