This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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I hate the cycle, A never ending spiral of decisions, as if we've never made them, As if we don't know the outcome. Someone glances, No moves are made. Something goes wrong, An arrow splits our heads, No kissing tonight. I hate our cycle, but I'm grateful for it. I never got over the death of the old you, So I couldn't accept the new you. What was citrus and pink blossoming flowers, Is now cold window panes on your warm cheek, And a distant cry from the other room. What was something I could put faith in Like a box beneath my bed, Turned into the friend trying to steal it from me. I turned belly up when you left me. I was begging silently for you to come back, I know how that must have felt for you. So exhilarating, so in power. While I rotted, knowing the real reason I was ditched on the side of the road. Every few weeks I remember. Every few weeks I break down. There is truly nothing more unfair.
