"Uh, I don't give a fuck about what-ifs
If that ain't love baby, tell me what is"
im learning so many things about myself
and i want to just love again
ive learned
i want to be happy
and i want my chance to show myself
whether with you, i guess is a mystery
but otherwise
i want to just fall in love with a girl again
and yet I can't because I don't have the energy
the sociability, the anything to do it
i just wish i could be in love
once again.
the spark stolen from me ruthlessly
makes me just want to
slit my wrists, give my condolences to all around
make it known i never wanted any of this
YOU ARE READING
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
