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Aug 2016
I miss the way you used to talk to me.
I miss you used to respect me,
and my opinion.
I miss feeling like we were inseparable.
I miss you and I,
I miss me.

You used to look at me,
and I wouldn't see any anger or resentment.
I used to not just seem to frustrate you.

I feel really alone right now.
I just want you to see me how you used to
So then maybe I wouldnt be such a stranger to myself.

It is really hard, being broken, damaged goods.
Ruining everything in your path.
I am sorry I am such a burden now.
I am sorry I am such a disappointment.
Ingrid Ohls
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Ingrid Ohls  Guelph, ON
(Guelph, ON)   
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