He told me he liked me , for who I was. He told me I was his gem , the one who kept his shit together. He told me he wanted me to be his other half , to be the one with him during his ups and downs. He told me he lived his day for me. He told me no one else was enough like me. He told me things I never think a boy would say to me. He kept me thinking about my worth .Was I really worthy of that much love ? I indulged myself in his love , allowing myself to feel, to get hurt precisely. Oh how stupid I was! He wasn't even certain about his decisions so how could he be assured about his love for me ? Why was I blinded by his talks ? The competence of the lies boys tell got me shook.
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Hurricanes of Life
Poetryof short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .
