I still use the mug
That she got me for
My birthday last year.
I know that I
Probably shouldn’t,
But I do anyways.
I probably shouldn’t
Still wear the watch
That she got me either,
Or use the toothbrush
That she left here,
But I just haven’t got
Around to throwing
These things out.
Well, that, and I
Might still love her
And want her back
And secretly hope that
If I keep her things
She may one day
Come back for them
And then want to
Have me back, too.
6 responses to “Desperate”
I love this
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Welcome my friend
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I feel this! Love is the best and the worst sometimes. I really think that the good outweighs the bad. Would it be the same if she came back for the things she realizes she wants? Nice poem!:)
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yea who knows, it is the light and the dark and all the in between shit too. thanks for reading
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Anything is possible lol
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