Sometimes,
I beg God
To hurt others
As they hurt me.
As I still burn
While he laughs
And looks at her
Like he did at me.
Sometimes,
I beg God
For justice.
Compensation.
But sometimes,
I dry my tears.
And then I see
The people
Left in ashes
In my wake.
And then,
I praise God
For not giving me
What I deserve.
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PoesiaAfter a break up, one of the best things I've done was get into something I wasn't interested in when we were together. It becomes something not touched by memories of the other person enjoying it with you. For me, it was reading and writing poetry...
