Loved him, hated him, couldn't seem to like him, so I left him,
No you don't get him,
The guy I stuff in the closet,
Pretending I was no where close to him,
Even though you don't have to do that, he'll say he'll love you but oh god it's him,
The first one jumping from place to place like a pack of fleas,
He'll say it but don't know how to mean it, when I picked it up I left him for that exact sort of tease
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
