This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Scranton chapter.
Your apologies come and go.
I don’t think you ever wanted me to grow.
Why would you hope the best for me?
Your heart couldn’t handle what it would be.
You constantly tore me down
And ran all over my heart like a playground.
I couldn’t change you
And I could never tell which one of your emotions were true.
I’ll forever have these questions haunting my mind,
And because of that I’ll always be blind.
I do wish you the best
But over your socials I no longer obsess.
I no longer need you in my presence,
And I no longer strive for your acceptance.
I’ll forever keep you at a distance,
Despite your constant persistence.
I just hope that one day you’ll see
The scars you’ve left on me.