Category : Poems

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It's already hitting March.
We've shared words once since last year in December.
Asked about your glasses and you said you finally got the contacts you said you were going to get soon before we stopped talking.
You should go back and read all those things you said to me.
The word Hope still sticks to me yet I can barely see.
The constant hurtful words, I should have been prepared for that, no one wants to talk to an insecure wreck who doesn't know how to shut up when he put his heart on the line.
I'm changing again, I just don't know what into.
My eyes are heavy, I'm always sleepy.
I'm finally done searching, nothing is waiting. 
My hearts on my bicep these days over a tatoo starting to fade into scars. 
I was more damaged than I thought, and I've been thinking you said all that on purpose to push me away for good in the end.