There are things I want to say but may never get the chance
Because I don't want to ruin what I've built up,
I don't want you to be crushed
A tiny crack in you would be an earthquake to me you are my life,
you mean everything to meI know it might be strange how much I depend on you
But what would happen if I left? What would you do?
You mean everything to me but do I mean the same to you?
I never could fully understand what more I could do.
All of the times I've tried to fit in just to be with you
And all the times you have left, do you not love me too?I've found something in common between the two of us
A shared hatred towards the ones we are supposed to love,
You never loved me, what could I do?
I've followed after your footsteps,
I don't love me too
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Purposeful Poetry
PoetryMetanoia [English | Origin: Greek] (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, and self or way of life