I am thinking—thinking about that night when we were losing each other.
I am thinking, were you mocking me when I begged you to stay?
I am thinking, was your head whispering that I was such a stupid girl?
I am thinking, how much happiness you have got when you were playing with my fragile soul?
I am thinking, who needs who the most, actually? Harley needs Joker? Or Joker needs Harley?
So I guess I never knew the answers. I never do.
Written 2016/12/06
Published 2018/07/06
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[✔] Tacenda
PoetryJust things better left unsaid, and may or may not be a personal diary. Tacenda ⓒ Jeybenedict, 2018 Cover source: Pinterest