A fragment of me wanted to yell "I'm done. I'm done crying over the same thing, I'm done thinking something's wrong with me, I'm done feeling the weight of a hippo crushing me into the mudfilled pond suffocating me, I'm done having strangers look at me with pity as I cry in your arms in the middle of a public place, I'm done feeling this constant hurt wondering what I can do better, I'm done overthinking at 2 AM when I should be asleep dreaming, I'm done staring into your eyes as I know I will forgive you, I'm done writing my poetry based off of you. I'm done with this. I'm done with you. But that shard diminished as I came to my sense. I was never good at reading people, but in that moment I could see you seemed to feel the same crushing pain weighing down on my chest, you seemed to know the words running through my mind, you seemed to kiss me as if I was fragile and would crumble under any pressure, you seemed to understand the hurt you put me through. Maybe it's all a lie and somewhere down the line I'll find out how unwise I was to not end it when I could. But maybe you do speak the truth and it'll be worth it in the end. It's a Las Vegas gamble, win it or lose it.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
