deleting all your photos
but the old conversation
is still on
isn't it strange?
i have been thinking
into clever things
on these past few days
they say,
i need someone to rely on
your stiches undone
i don't need someone
i want to feel insane
limit this sanity
watching my self in the mirror
sitting in my vanity
i agree,
but i just want to feel you
i'll do anything
to make satisfied
but you choose not to
stay up on
not satisfied
there's no limit on loving
it is a risk
condition and consequences
to face
in my sleepless nights
what was i thinking?
as i whispered
asking, "how could you—
how could do this to me?"
my heart's shattered
like a glass of wine
i was there
listening to your grudges
i was there making
you feel okay
i was the one who cares
i was not talking about me
i was talking about
but no matter
how hard i have tried
you're still not satisfied
i regret saying
‘i love you’
when i'm not enough for you
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sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
