I don't know why you're so painful to me.
Breaking me down,
every time you come and go.
I'm regret to you,
a sore spot on your heart.
You only see your past when you look at me,
A reflection of the destruction your leaving caused.
Ultimate ruin in your wake.
I can never shake these shoes,
Worn Maryjanes of a girl who doesn't know how to stop loving you.
I reach for you and you pull away,
So I stopped wishing,
Learning that it never has been about me.
You called today,
6 years of absence leaving me hollow.
I don't want it,
This time I just can't.
I don't know why you're always so painful to me,
Or how I can be so forgettable.

🌿Medicate for that mind release, I spurk Mary then write magic. So this poetry must really come from the depths where lies the origin of trees🌿. So I'm cloud nine while the ground holds me, and the feeling of flight is only known when maryjanes aroma is inhailed🌿. Sw👀