Divorce is Not a Four Letter Word
I can't blame him,
But he's so bitter right now,
Won't stop complaining,
I feel his pain,
But can't we talk about something else?
I feel guilty for feeling this,
But I have problems too,
It's not just you
So is it selfish to be angry?
Selfish to think this,
That he should just get over it,
When it pains him so much,
I'm not sure,
I'm not use to dealing with people
Love seems like a delicate things,
Not that I would know much about it,
But from what I hear it is,
Like a spiderweb,
Waiting to be stepped on,
Crushed,
Frozen,
Broken beyond repair,
Is this how it always ends?
Will there never be happiness,
Or unity in life?
Should I just give up on Gage,
On South,
On games and music and food?
Because in the end it'll do more harm,
Then I could ever imagine?
If I ever find someone,
Who doesn't think I'm weird,
Who thinks they can love me,
Will it just end?
Like nothing even mattered,
Like nothing ever happened,
Like love never existed.
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PoesíaNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.
