I absolutely hate it when the past tries to become the present,
Like it all of a sudden wants to be upgraded
To something it's not even qualified for.
Like although the it's confident to the point of being cocky,
It thinks it deserves better.
Like it has to be the center of attention at all times,
No matter what else you're dealing with at the moment.
The past comes back,
After so long of being gone.
And at first, it seems okay,
With the nostalgia and those little things you thought you'd forgotten.
Then.
Then, the past breaks your mind with memories.
Things you can never forget, no matter how many bottles you get to the bottom of, no matter how much you smoke.
No matter how much you pray for the pain to fade.
Out of all the memories,
Some of them were nice, I'll admit.
But what kills me the most,
Is how much wasted time I'd spent on loving you.
My heart was dedicated to you.
And you threw it away.
And honestly, the memories don't hurt much.
The thought of wasting my time on a thief like you is what keeps me up at night.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
