I know I'm bad but,
I still do care.
I know you find me,
annoying in many ways.
My heart hurts when my words get talked over,
I've learnt to just keep quiet.
My thoughts don't matter,
but my life does suddenly.
When I talk of dying,
they lie of loving me.
Talking it out helps it seems,
what about the people who give me creeps
I stopped talking,
and no one cared, no one saw and no one said.
My voice fell silent, knowing but loud.
Lying to myself that I was fine all around.
Lying to me that I still mattered,
But my absence felt just like any other day.
Oh wait, but someday I see,
They found someone new, a few steps away from me.
Remember their birthday,
cause forgetting it hurts.
Live up to their expectations,
Cause breaking it feels absurd.
Don't let them be me,
treat them with love and care
Don't worry about my broken self,
it's just a million pieces, I'll pick it, sew it together
And gladly blame you that I fell silent.
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Aesthetics
Sonstigesaesthete /ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/ noun a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty. a collection of my poems of all genres, from heartbreak to first love, from cherry blossoms to hot summer evenings at the beach. I hope you enjoy
