Do you know why I am a poignant person?
Do you know why I look sad when I am actually feeling morbid anger?
I don't expect you to know
I don't even expect you to understand
I don't know myself better to understand why i do what I do
But don't we all do the same thing too?
We leave people behind to move on
It's good for the both of us
It's the only sanest thing you could possibly do
And then, in your new life or in a different day, nostalgia visits you unwelcomed
That intricate moment of pain that hits your heart like a subtle blow of electric impluse when u reminisce and realise the sour truth
When u reminisce , everything looks and feels clearer than the purest crystal but for a fraction of second
You get to glimpse at what went wrong, where it went wrong, who is more accountable for it
Why the best of your friends turned into the people u never want to see again
Why you prefer talking to strangers more than the people you know well
And you think you are getting over your past by creating a new and desired present
But Is it really working, my dear?
You are so good at making them mistakes , you know
You are so good at convincing yourself it's going to better the next time around
All you can do is feel angry, and screw things up for yourself, now that's surely what u do best
You know well you are good at it
You give yourself second chances, them chances
What good are they if you are only going to keep doing the same mistakes
Over and over again?
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My Poetry is You
PoetryThis is a collection of free-verse poems that I am currently writing on the people I have met and have yet to meet in life and about the humane feelings and psychology. This miscellany of writing will slowly cover almost all aspects of life that I...
