There is something to remind me of you.
That special time that we spent together.
Now it’s in the hands of another.
I know I have to get through this but this is hard the second time .
Second time I had to let go so many things.
So many memories.
Getting ice cream or Being at the park.
Walking down the street till it gets dark.
I can go on all day and get pretty far.
By then my heart would give out and I would fall apart.
I know you read this and think to yourself.
Knowing what was going to happen when i had no one left.
Self destruction and you thought I could handle this?
I’m sorry but let’s me be real about this shit.
I’m in my room.
In the corner just dwelling on blues.
About you.
About the things that we used to do.
Then remember that was all in the past .
Realizing that we didn’t last.
You may still care about me but now can’t really do anything about it.
It sucks.
What the fuck.
I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I tried on my end.
Yea we had different goals and you wanted me to succeed.
I wanted that too but I also wanted to improve mentally.
Consistently.
So I don’t be like these people all round me.
Be here with some originality.
These poems are about you but not to call you out or anything .
Just shows what I can bring.
Bring this all the table so you can see for yourself.
My words are my wealth.
Wealth of all these things that I still feel.
Sometimes I wonder, was all of that even real?
Despite the fact ,people say this and that .
I was still fuckin there and that was fact.
Even when I was mad
All that matter to me was if you were glad.
Glad to be around me.
Glad to be only into me.
I feel if we just handled our business it could have gone differently.
Now you just exist in my dreams.
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