Day 1 without you:
I feel as though nothing is imperfect when imperfection is my perfection.
I want to scream at the world that you inhabit then embrace the last remanence of you.
Day 60 without you:
Eating is a chore.
Drinking is painful.
Dying is an all to often dream that is so far away.
You denied me a happy ending yet you et her gain what was once promised to me.
You've given her another life to live for that was supposed to be my life to live for.
Now I walk in the shadows she's draped over me.
Day 121 without you:
You appeared before me just as I began to bear fruits of myself.
It was then that I realized how you've become the smegma of my life.
I let you build up but never took care to wash you before your stench reached the outside of my clothes.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
