I've been thinking,
Do I give you all I have?
The only thing I have left that you haven't taken from me?
Do I want to risk all of that?
Do I really want to know what kind of a person you are?
I dreamt that you stayed but my imaginations are as messed up as the drugs you take.
I sometimes daydream about him
I told myself that I would not fall for the flamboyant essence that you give off
But here I am on my bed crying because I broke my own promise.
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Journey to Self Discovery & Love
PoetryI was not always like this. I used to love the world and most importantly myself. I moved to the states 3 years ago and life had never remained the same. I changed drastically some for the good but overall, I think moving to a different environment...
