I made you my priority, but you just thrown me away. Because she came. And even though I proved to myself that I am much worth it, I can't seem to beat her. You love her, you loved me. You're happy with me, but you're happier with her.
I always tend to accept things as the lightest way as possible, but whenever it comes to you, my world will suddenly shatter as if everything will not be fixed. As if I'm on the darkest pits of hell, being tortured, and you're just watching me from above. You're one a hell an angel in disguise; fake wings, fake soul and fake emotions.
You made me on fire with your words; you made me shatter with your actions. You made my life a living hell, and that's the worst thing I did: I let you enter my world.
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Poetica
PoetryMajority of the contents are random thoughts, as well as poems and essays. This work is intended to let me breathe and write whenever I feel like I need to. This is a safe haven for me. I hope that it is for you, too.
