her resolution

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About you i was never me
I was always a host of some adverse girl
Claiming me was never easy
The first time you claimed her was easy
As picking up a gift from the box
If it were me When you left i"d leave as well
But she slumped into your cage of pain
She cries day by day for hundreds of days
Before she let go and move on her life
Then here you are like death descending
And you stole her life once again

Now that you are back again
If it were me i'd punish your treason
But she pardoned and expelled everyone for you
And My darling so promising
You continue to play around with My heart
Like the tennis game you good at

I know i have been managing  the second day
But now it Aint even certain
Multiple days running to weeks
You leave me counting hours like a fasting child
Giving you a million missed calls and messages you never reply
So earger for night hopeful of your presence
Once i pray the last four
I'd burn the coal and spray incense
Spray My perfumes all over My body
I'd sit by the mirrow and paint My full lips
Shine My chubby chicks with My bronzer
And line My eyes and stretch My lashes
Then i sit and wait for ages
The clock clicking hours passing by
Then My lump begins to melt down
Tears washing down My eyeliner and mascara, rolling down  My chicks and mixing with up with My lipstick
I clean My face off and fall to My bed
On the speakers, loud the music and cry to sleep
Some times you'd just show up at the last hour
And begin to plead and rain excuses

But today My love
Even she  had made the final resolution she is scared to make
Let bygone be
We are all letting go of our tears

I wont call you again
Or send you messages
To Your apologies i will surely smile
To Your soft touches i will block My skin
Thoses beautiful curves are no longer yours
The days you chose i will chose mine too
The watsapp you ignore i will block your chats
And slowly we Would wave a simply heys to each other
And whisper to the pal next chair "i used to know him, he was a good friend "

I know i will roast My own heart
But it is worth it if really it burns out My tears
I will face it, i will fight it and i will live to be a survivor.

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