Always overanalyzing,
crying and justifying
Convincing myself and pretending
"He didn't mean to!"
or,
"He knows what he's doing."
The slightest act and I overreact
Like turning his back or like avoiding my path;
or like holding a grudge or like stomping off mad,
Dictating my mood I end up anxious and sad.
I'm unequipped. The love I made up is a myth.
I mean he said it himself,
maybe I should just quit.
But how can I do so when I crave for affection,
my mind chose him
Chemical reactions in my brain
A defense mechanism to keep me sane.
And sometimes when I fall asleep
I block my thoughts and try not to weep
To lose myself in a loving lie
Deluding myself so i can feel fine.
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poems i made
Poetryi make poems sometimes, here's a collection of them! some are old, some are newer. oh by the way most of these are vent poems, so therefore they will have dark themes. if you are uncomfortable with that then please do not read this.
