what am i even still holding on to?
when you can't even look me in the eye anymore
and when you don't even speak of me anymore
isn't it obvious enough to me that it's over?
why do i still foolishly hope you'll return?
when it's clear as day that you're moving on
when your hands are around another's waist
why do i lie, and pretend its a phase?
why are all my friends able to move on so fast
while i'm still stuck here moping around
in a slump, can't see when it'll end
and life just passes me by.
my heart breaks a few hundred times a day
and when i see you in the hallway
you're happy and you're free
good for you, i guess.
was it all just a game for you?
was nothing but just another one of your playthings
you liked my naivety and innocence;
and you left after taking all of them from me.
i shouldn't be hung up over such a scum of a man
i shouldn't be crying every night
i shouldn't be feeling so empty all the time
so why do i?
10/4/22
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《headspace》
Poesíasometimes, the world gets too much and i can't help but feel inundated. so i cope in a way where the words flow uninhibited and my thoughts run free. this is a graveyard, and herein lies all the things that i can never say aloud. poetry by astoria_...
