I knew you cried.
I heard you were sobbing.
Having runny nose.
Silently crying.
But I don't want it.
I'm done.
I cannot break me,
Only to mend you.
It was meant,
To only make you realise.
What you did,
What you're doing.
Cause you ought to know,
That it hurts.
What you did.
Hurts.
You've never known that.
Not even now.
Cause I don't wanna break you.
Never.
Cause I will not,
Stoop so low,
To purposely hurt you.
The way you did me.
And I've always known,
That you did this,
Still doing it,
For one reason.
A reason you know,
A reason you'll never change.
All because of your ego.
The ego that hurts others.
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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.
