A Beautiful Exhaustion

This will be a collection of poetry I've written over the past year


6. What Do I Do?

I used to take you for granted

I would brush your words aside

Me being happy is all you wanted

Always there, your arms open wide

You used to tell me it was all okay,

That the pain was only temporary

Always knew exactly what to say

Held me until you knew I was ready

I used to say goodnight before bed

You would reply with an "I love you"

Now the night is silent, a few tears shed

No more good night, what do I do?  

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