I wanna be the one
you count days in calendars for,
wether it was how many days
I've left you alone,
or the days more left for me
to come back home.
Many feelings, told me that I'm
hopelessly heartbroken,
I'm exhausted,
and I think actually, probably couldn't focus, as well.
my friends told me about last night,
I was in the bar,
drunk saying
" we left it all unspoken. "
I knew they
didn't understand a thing.
I know you
would understand the whole meaning.
well, once you think of my love,
you run away and choose the other,
it gave you a power
and it gave me strength,
I did look at myself
I took a breath, as I said
" It's okay..
he's anyway, all that matters. "
I broke my heart,
I hid all what I hated about you.
I turned the gift I got you cause
I think that tux wouldn't suit u.
Not anymore, Not anytime, Not ever.
yes I was there,
I was meant to your memories.
Not to you.
Not anymore, Not anytime, Not ever.
because I've been sick
and it's the worst longest, shittiest feeling.
you never asked what
lack of hope would be affecting my soul.
and all that rejecting,
would cause my old scars,
to come back at me again.
they've never been counted,
they're old like the stars.
they'll end up as black holes,
black dark holes that would force,
my soul to cry, oh lord.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoesiaThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
