i still feel your words kissing me through the screen in our rare late nights. i feel the anger when you tell me about something or someone that has hurt you. i hear the ache when you tell me you want to get better.
you're still in my heart, and it's different. everything. your life is so different from the way it was before. the way we talk is different. i don't even care that it is. i just don't know what to do i guess.
cause baby you're confusing me
YOU ARE READING
Pained
PoetryBook #3 in the Drained series Love with a darkness within. (Rants included, along with my old collections from journals I've written in the past)
