it is getting old
to hear the “oh,
i am going out with
friends” line over
and over again
when i know you
barely have one
who stick around for
more than 2 weeks
the supposedly hidden
messages were out without
your consent,
and i am glad i read them
trusted you my whole life,
made me believe love exist
when in reality
it’s just another magic,
meaningless word people
use to make us loose the
grip around their necks
my friend kept telling me
i have always been the most
foolish one,
made me believe i don’t
have any self respect when
it comes to loving someone
i didn’t listen to her,
why should i?
she should go fuck herself
instead
it is already too late to
save my heart from
shattering
when it has already
shattered many times
before you
your lies awakened a soulless
figure inside me, that you
probably should never see
i liked it
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Beneath The World
Poesiaa melancholic born writer who once turned to self-destruction for comfort.
