Drifting Apart Poem by Jess Terry

Drifting Apart



You're growing tired of me,
I can feel your fingers,
loosen in mine,
Looking after something
so broken,
has taken it's toll,
On what we used to call,
Love and lust,
So let me make this easier,
I shall harden myself,
I will look out for me,
I shall no longer burden you,
with my trivial life,
May this be easier on us both.

Monday, June 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: break up
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