Love, what a dreary business.
Friendships, family, romance....
All a prison of their own.
Yesterday I was strong, I held my chin up high,
and spoke with indifference as my icy glare penetrated his.
I really tried to be strong,
I was in my own way.
If you really wanted to you would have.
That's what I told him.
This time, I determined that was the last thing I would say.
Unless he chose to listen to what i said...
No. Not even then.
He scarred my heart to much, he took me to places I never wanted to revisit.
I saw the way he looked at me
and the way he looked at her.
I would've been jealous if i was her.
His eyes burned.
Mines were ice.
I became greater than he ver will be,
I became this psycho.
I wish he would embrace me, he did at one point.
But beggars can't be choosers.
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Metamorphosis
PoesiaI did not know what this book meant when I first started it, it was an outlet for my feelings as I faced a new world. As I went on I realized what my personal purpose for it is: To form connections with people in this current world where we are all...
