Tag: breakup

I miss you

We said goodbye, see you around, agreed on building a friendship someday,
some how…

I try not to think about you, but it ain’t working…
I’m trying to put out this fire, but it’s still burning.

Just when I thought moving on was getting closer…

I miss you.

I thought I didn’t need your presence, but I do.

I thought I had no feelings, but they’re there.

I thought I’d be just fine, but I’m not.

I miss you.

I’m trying to burn down the memories, but they aren’t dying.

Just when I thought moving on was getting closer.

I miss you.

-Kbeautifulmind

This piece was inspired my the country song “I’m coming over” – Chris Young

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Why must I hide

Why must I hide what I have been through, just to protect your image for those who care about you.
Why can’t I share with the world what I’m feeling inside, without a care in the world of what you’ll look like.
Why are they offended by what I have said, if I speak the truth of what has happened.
When did I become the bad guy after all of this?
Can’t they see how much I loved you and how deep is my agony?
Why can’t they understand me as humans?
Can’t they see how broken I am and what you’ve done is unfair?
You do this with out feeling any guilt, make them fall madly in love, using them for your needs till you get bored and move on.
Tell them the truth, since you claim to be such a good man, tell them all the hurt you caused me before the very end.
Tell them how I covered it and was force to put on a smile like there was no pain.
Tell them what I wrote was what you deserved and no less.
Why must I hide to protect your image?
Why can’t you tell them exactly what happened.

-kbeautifulmind

I want myself back.

I don’t want you back.

I want myself back.

I want the care free gal that was inspired by love.

I want the woman with dreams, that believed in true love.

I don’t want you back.

I want myself back.

I want the gal who laughed loudly.

The gal who sung freely, and lived wisely.

I don’t want you back.

I want myself back.

I miss the old me.

The same one who managed to see good in you,

and trusted so openly.

I don’t want you back.

I want myself back.

-Kbeautifulmind