If You..
Seven months ago,
If you asked me if I would be keeping a notebook,
with sad and broken poems,
about what you and what once was,
I would have laughed.
If you told me we would fight every week,
break up every month,
and act like we did,
I wouldn't believe it.
I was blinded by love.
I still am.
If you told me i was going to cry myself to sleep,
hold myself when I cried,
loose all my friends,
and start lying to people,
I would have joked about it.
Pain isn't funny.
It hurts.
Fuck that.
If you asked me if I would be keeping a notebook,
with sad and broken poems,
about what you and what once was,
I would have laughed.
If you told me we would fight every week,
break up every month,
and act like we did,
I wouldn't believe it.
I was blinded by love.
I still am.
If you told me i was going to cry myself to sleep,
hold myself when I cried,
loose all my friends,
and start lying to people,
I would have joked about it.
Pain isn't funny.
It hurts.
Fuck that.