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Sep 17
You stole back the letters you gave to me
You have disappeared without a trace
I was holding on to any part of you that lingered
without you, everything aches
YouΒ΄re a drug and I have become dependent
You stole the last doses I had
IΒ΄m going through withdrawals again
honestly, Its driving me mad
You yearn for someone to love
for someone to adore you
you weep about it daily
You look right over me
I think I might be going crazy...

I sit like a dog
begging for scraps from your table
And you stand above me
never giving,
but always able...

Does it make you feel in control?
to see you make  me so upset
you have ruined me for everyone else
And I cannot forget
Its complicated,but is it casual now?
Written by
Mouldy Strawberries  under the sky
(under the sky)   
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