Everything is cool with me now.
The people in and outta my life.
Shit used to hurt so much.
I mean it still hurts buh am so used to it now.
The only thing is that am not able.(sniff...sniff)
Able to understand,understand how,how and when.(sniff)
How and when they let go, how and when thy left.(in a shaky voice)
Also above all why.(loud silence)
Because i thought i gave it all, gave all of me.
That means i wasn't enough, my best was never enough.
Buh its all cool with me.
Maybe not. maybe am crying or slowly dying.
I'm the victim.
Maybe the villain.
In your story.
If so I'm sorry.
In the end I'm also hurt.
In the end i know better not to care too much.
And most of all not to love too much.
Or not to love at all, if its possible.
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Miss Independent's diary (Her unreserved feelings)
PoetryNothing much,just my diary written in poetic language....Leave a vote if you like a poem or relate to it lol