"aufteilung" poems
The problem with thinking,
is that when you dig too far,
everyone shuts down on you.
That is what happened to me.
The person who I tried to help, (they claimed,)
ended up leaving,
Who I wanted to share my life with,
The one I trusted with my life,
left.
I wish I knew why.
To this day, I still cannot figure why.
I guess that is what destroys a person.
"Why?"
"Why did they leave?"
WHY?
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC