You said that I didn't look bad,
But my heart was so dreadful.
You break your neck to provide shelter,
But I just stare, whispering "Whatever".
My eyes matched the savior's green shirt,
Your elusive actions makes me wonder.
Your greatest concern was my comfort,
But all I was focusing on was you going away.
I kept thinking "Why won't you leave?"
Turbulent moods and the melancholy clouds surrounds us,
A sudden tear falls out of my eye.
You glance up with your gleeful ones.
Smirking, you respond: "I see you're finally starting to feel."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
I couldn't quite understand; it was quite perplexing.
"You've been out here so long, you've been cut off from your inner emotions. I'm here to reconnect all your detached broken pieces and bring them back to one. Don't worry, you can trust me."
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Poetry“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde
