For the eleventh time, you did it again. You placed me on the edge, pushed me to the corner, left me stranded.
I healed up, I messed up, I became okay again. You weren't there. You only liked me when I'm okay. And I achieved to be okay. Even if I had to hurt and ache a little bit more.
For the eleventh time, I was once again a fool to the world. People told me I should gather my stuff and leave you, push you away, place you on the edge.
But I loved you. I loved you and I wanted to be okay again. I wanted you to break me so I could heal again- so you would like me again.
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[21/02/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
