my old poems

I read through my old poems And my heartbreak is just words I can’t even remember what I felt for you Or why i was so desperate to hold on to something that didn’t even exist I spent years pining Overanalyzing your every movement Thinking that maybe next time you’d say something. You never did, yet i still held on to hope. Until you gave me the light of day And i realized in that moment That you never wanted me And I didn’t know why i wanted you.