Here I am again.
Plodding towards my little spot.
My back aginst the wall,
As I slowly sat on the cold floor.It was dark.
I didn't bother switching on the lights.
The mood matches mine.
I knew that I will break again,
But again,
I tried holding on to it.
To whatever we had.Tears started to well up under my eyes,
It trickled down my cheeks.
It's happening again.
All the hurt,
The pain,
The broken trust,
All happening again.As if somebody pushed the rewind button.
To make it repeat again.
And again.
And again.
I knew it.This time,
I've had enough.
I'm breaking myself into pieces.
Slowly losing my sanity.I can't take it any longer.
I have to let go.
Let the past be the past.
I'll reminisce them as a memory,
Only a memory.Little did I know,
It'll hurt this bad.
Little did I know,
I'll be down in the dumps.
All because of you.I'll let go.
For little did you know,
How much it hurts.
Little did you know,
How much it cuts deep within.
Little did you know.
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The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.