it hurts when i see you laugh
with someone,
and that someone
is not me.
it hurts when my lungs burn,
because you are my oxygen
and without you i can't breathe.
it reminds me that i'm left
with only my memories;
it reminds me that we were not
meant to be.
'*'
YOU ARE READING
Why You
PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
