Done

Carrier of bad news.
Frail and unseen feelings,
that are felt.
I wish I didn't feel this
and I knew what was going on.

He has time for everyone but me,
was i just a beautiful smile.
hidden behind the personality i wear
and the kisses i sweetly lay on your lips.

echoes of the never before seen demons
circling my head,
appaulding themselves for ruining my
short amount of happiness.
At least they said I deserved it.

Forgotten like last summers hit song,
yet remembered as soon as it is heard.
The next time you see me,
your going to see me.
Never mind, never touch me again.

I'm so focused on missing you,
i stopped concluding why we don't speak any longer.