I really wish I wasn't still up
Crying about how you decided
I'm not good enough
And wondering if I ever was
And why you stuck around so long
You break my heart every day
When I'm the only one you don't call up
And of course you're allowed to hang out with whoever
But when it's everyone I consider a friend
And yet not me
I really wish I could-
...
I don't know
Nevermind
It doesn't really matter I guess
Cuz if you've really realized how much you don't care
Then you won't notice how much it hurts me
And if you did you wouldn't pay it any mind
After all
I'm no longer worth your time
-some lonely late night thoughts of mine
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
