The first time, you doubted
Summer months filled with laughter
You thought you weren't good enough
And left for another
So I tried to move on
The second time was complicated
Spring leaving the air with constant doubt
Her name a constant curse for me
You betrayed trust
To "move on from her"
The third time, I was wary
Late autumn had a chill
I didn't know my own thoughts so I relied on others
And cut it off in hopes that I could move on.
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Poetry Collection I "Heartache"
PoesíaMy failed attempts at poetry from a year ago, though by the end they were merely paragraphed rants. These were used to vent and understand my own feelings at the time, though they have no relevance to the me of today.
