Does it make me the bad guy when I push away the people who I know are good to me?
And that day, a Sunday, I shy away, I just don't want them to see the worst of me
'Cause I saw crestfallen, a smile-dropping motion
Don't know how to answer when they're in question
"What have you been through?", "How are you?"
Mischievously telling untrue for the means to eschew
I'm a good liar, a great pretender
On a surface level, a pretty picture
But six feet under, the bones I feature
Was sick and tortured, horrendous murder
I'm not the one who you used to know
I'm different, new, someone you don't know
And I don't also
I miss that good old friend you have mold
To have and to hold, but I am letting go
Did I really grow?
I know growing apart but does this happen so normal and natural
But don't know from the start, falling out of loving so normal but a hurdle
Said a million meters uplift fondness for each other
To me, it did the other; the flower won't bloom but withers
The natural nature of nature; at least, pray for your prey, predator
A fundamental chapter meant for men to suffer
Growing up and apart, blowing out all shards of memories, but I reminisce
But I am doubting;
Maybe I am a vampire
That is always sucking
Till blood run dry
Leave you behind
Then hide in the night
But I hope you pray for me,
For the old me to come back to life
'Cause I know I'm the bad guy when I pushed away the people who I know are good to me
And that day, a Sunday, I shy away, I just don't want them to see the worst of me
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crisis & catharsis
PoetryPoetries of sorrows, curses, regrets, loneliness, and heartbreaks. Poetries that served as catharsis for my crisis and curses. We have undergone a crisis But poetry is our catharsis
