Without you,
without that part of me,
I'd be so much happier.
Did seven months,
mean nothing?
Or were they filled with hatred?
Was I blind,
or did I see a flicker of passion,
in your dirt eyes?
Did you hold my hand so tightly,
because you couldn't bear to let me go?
Or because you wanted it to break?
Did you leave,
because you wanted better for me,
or to make things worse?
I hate what you've done,
and what you're doing to our memories.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
شِعرAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
