it's not over till it's done
and it may be finally near done
i can wait but not much longer
for the thing ive tried to protect so vivaciously
and hid from the one i have such a liking towards
i couldn't wait then, but i
am just quite happy you're okay
it was main goal
but my love for you hotwired into my soul
your silly mannerisms
the small little intricacies of your behavior
your personal slate of exuded emotion
not one could be irate with you
your soul is pure and unfaltering in the breeze
and it's what i always could have dreamed up
in my small headspace
but it would never be reality
till i kept pushing
i did it too much, not any of this is to my true credit
but i began the march towards the ultimate goal
that boy
you let him go
lights on no longer, he'll never be home
enough was enough, you truly found your world
and maybe
you fell in love
with a girl.
❤️
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
