I hate that he's still in my head even after all this time has passed. I hate that I'm still thinking of him, even when I really don't want to. I hate that he upsets me by trying to talk to me, after all this pain and betrayal he put me throught in the first
place, but that these memories pop out of nowhere and come haunt me.
I HATE THAT YOU MARKED YOURSELF INSIDE OF ME.
Without my consent. Without my will. Why didn't you ask me before? You broke me. Broke my heart. Once ago, a long time ago.
WHY DID I FELT A PINCH JUST BY SEEING YOU ON A PICTURE?!
You're stupid, go fuck yourself.
LET ME ALONE!
I moved on. How come you can hurt me and make me remember the so little times we were right together, even if I freshly remember the burn of all the other times we were wrong. All the times YOU were wrong.
FUCK YOU!
GO AWAY!
I don't want you to stay all my life.
I did once, even twice, for you to stay by my side and it was twice too much.
I don't want you at all now.
Ever.
VOUS LISEZ
•My own wrecked mind•
Poetry~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.
