What was needed to be said has been spoken,
and what trust was left is now broken.
Your words burned like fire in my sorry heart,
and I watched as you tore our life together apart.
I'm not angry anymore,
but I know things can't go back to how they were before.
I'm piecing my life back together,
and without you, there isn't any pressure.
I still care,
to not wouldn't be fair.
But I'm happier when you're not around,
I feel more like myself, my identity sound.
I think I like it better when you're away,
I think I'd like you more if it could stay that way.
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Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...