I know,
That I have to be strong.
I have to fight,
This awful feelings.
I have to be,
More spirited.
More careful.
More hardworking.
But here I am,
On my comfy couch,
Feeling despondent,
To do anything.
Due to one reason.
And one reason only.
I know I shouldn't,
Be blaming you.
But you do this to me,
Everytime.
And now,
I'm breaking.
Whatever I have,
Is breaking.
Because of you,
Because you pull me from the light.
From my success,
From my freedom.
And I know I should despise you,
But I simply couldn't.
For I really love you,
So much,
It hurts.
Though you make me,
Despondent.
Again.
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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.
