Obscenities are carved into my veins but hey, at least I'm no longer crying about you. I guess old habits die hard.
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You taught me to believe in myself, but then you left. I remember your words most days, but other days I can do nothing but sit and exist. The memory of you is my motivation and my paralysis.
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I could really use you being here with me right now, instead of off with her.
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You're not my knight in shining armour, you're a disaster wrapped in tinfoil.
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You still make my heart race at a hundred beats per second but now it's not out of love, it hasn't been for a long while. It's out of fear. The memories you left me with are still ever present as the day they were created and I will not let you into my life. I am stronger now, I have people who support me now, and I am not alone anymore.
You can't hurt me anymore.
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Confessions of a shitty poet.
PoetrySome of my poems contain bad language/sensitive issues and therefore I have changed the setting to mature and issue a trigger warning. I am forever updating this book, it will probably never be finished.
