"It's whatever, right?
Without you, the sun is still going to shine and my bed will still be as comfy.
It's not like the whole universe will stop if you stop being mine.
I can be whoever I wanna be now, unapologetically.
I can say whatever i wanna say and talk to whoever I wanna talk to.
My still-growing hair is gonna grow and it's gonna change. You won't get to see it.
So, it's whatever, right?
Matter of fact, the sun may still shine bright, but now I won't care. True, My bed is gonna feel bigger but lonelier.
They universe may not stop if you leave, but the stars in my universe will disappear, the sun will only shine shadows and the moon will be the only light.
It's true now i can be who ever I want. But no one will be there to hold be when the darker parts of me are untamable.
It's true I can say whatever I want, but I'll be oh so quite for long, because I'll feel like everyone's too busy for me.
My taste in clothing and coffee is never gonna change, obviously.
So no, it's not whatever. It's never gonna be whatever, simply because I don't want it to be."
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A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
