Sometimes

Dear Sam, 

Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel.

Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel.

Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.

Sometimes I'm not sure if the way you made me feel was what I really wanted.

Sometimes I'm not sure if you knew how you made me feel.

Sometimes I'm not sure why I still think about the way you made me feel.

Sometimes I'm not sure if you made me feel at all. 

Sometimes has turned into Always.

And Always has turned into Regret.

I Sometimes Always Regret what I started.

I Sometimes Always Regret making you think I was someone that I'm not.

I Sometimes Always Regret knowingly letting myself carelessly fall in deeper.

I Sometimes Always Regret trying to prove that I'm not who I used to be.

 

Sometimes Always Regretting Things Makes It Harder To Love Myself.

 

Sincerely,

Caroline

This poem is about: 
Me

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