It was like a night like it is tonight.
Icy.
The breeze kept throwing me off like déjà vu,
like I've been here before.
I think it reminds me of times in my past life.
A girl chasing a guy that treated her like absolute shit.
Yet she tried everything because she was convinced
she could make someone like him love her.
Well that wasn't the case, well not anymore.
I keep turning my head sharply like somethings coming at me.
Someone, something.
Always on edge because no one could know what was about to happen.
They say bad things happen to good people.
I learnt the definitive things of why and how.
These beautiful characters we get attracted to - and just like that.. gone.
For memorable, heroic or just tragic reasons. Heartbreaking.
Anything can happen to anyone.
and its when we least expect it..
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
