One of my favourite things to do, is to not dwell on the thought of you,
It is in those moments I'm at my strongest, no longer blinded
By false words of love, spun together for use of manipulation;
You were a sickness, that I remember in moments of weakness;
Seconds, minutes, hours that have become fewer...time no longer drags.
One of my favourite things to do, is be me, not someone controlled by a whole lot of bull...poo.
Since the above is dedicated to you, what comes next shall be one of my favourite things too,
A full stop, an ending, the beginning of something new.
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak
PoesíaFrom now on I'll be posting any poetry I write on love and Heartbreak in this collection.
