You pushed me,
You broke me,
You burnt me,
You killed me,
And then, you finally lost me.
I wake up at night,
Clutching onto what's left in sight.
Thinking of the times, our smiles,
Am I in love with you, or just the whiles?
Desperate for your thoughts, clinging tight,
But maybe, I'm just a broken kite.
Drowsy smiles, questions unaddressed,
Do you still care, or am I obsessed?
Selfish, a mess, I confess,
Lost in November's fleeting caress.
You were sweet, once upon a time,
Now, you're just a cold, bitter paradigm.
Wasting away, against my will,
Losing too much time in this stupid strife.
Knowing it won't work in the end of life,
Maybe it was a joke to you, a cruel jest,
But for me, it broke me, all in unrest.
Wasn't special enough, I see,
Just a moment in your memory.
Perhaps it wasn't worth the fall,
Broken all in all, after all.
Just hehehaha in your memory.
Why am I the one feel feeling sorry...
I guess.. that's all I'll ever be-
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Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood
PoetryMost people couldn't care less about the description, they're too busy getting lured in by flashy covers. And let's face it, my cover ain't gonna win any beauty contests anytime soon. Here's to hoping that there are still readers out there who value...
