Confessions of a shitty poet.

Part XV

I am itching to tell you 'I love you' but I know you will never be ready to hear those three words. So, they sit inside me. Burning holes in my chest and turning my heart to ashes. I will be forever haunted by three simple words.
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I never understood the idea of choosing the lesser of two evils until I found myself preferring you screaming at me than you ignoring me, because in that moment I realised; anger and hate are better than nothing.
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When did kindness become parallel with weakness? When did showing some one you care become such a weakness? When did trying to be a good person, make me a bad one instead?
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Something isn't quite right.
I don't know what it is, but I know it's something. Maybe it's because of the ache in my chest or the weariness of my bones, or maybe, maybe it's just that I don't feel like carrying on but something isn't quite right.
I don't know what's it is, but I know it's something.
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I am crippled under the weight of my own thoughts, I am swallowed up by my sorrow, there's a storm breaking in my mind yet all everyone ever sees is the calm.