Guess I'm just broken and broke,
Love wasn't my first quote,
Time didn't heal,
I continued to bleed,
even on the ones I didn't mean,
Was it even love?
At first, I didn't get it,
now I regret it,
I still stood there,
hiding my tears from the rain,
only to see her laughing in the same,
guess I'm not worth it,
think I won't be,
I'm paying for the sins,
I don't remember committing,
you saw me sobbing uncontrollably,
I didn't know what to do,
there wasn't anything I had,
I still crave that touch,
despite knowing the thorns it has,
I put every effort of mine to keep it back,
I mentioned her in my prayers,
meeting her was fate,
which I hope didn't abate,
The scars she left,
the fights we had,
no matter how hard I tried,
thought I was hurting myself,
until I saw her twisting the knife,
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A poet's diary
PoetryA poet's Diary is a set of poems, written to express feelings, often never shared to the world. What everyone feels, but is too hard on themselves to share.
