No matter how much you tell me you never loved me and I've finally come at peace with that and it's not your fault because you don't know what love is and neither do I truly but i have some idea about it I could tell you and ask how you feel about it I think love is a wasteful emotion right next to sadness and hatred I think love is a lie we tell ourselves because we're afraid of dying alone even though that's how we all die no one really gets that death bed scene where the husband or wife is beside the death bed that only happens in Pixar movies about old people and balloons I didn't always think like this when we were together I thought it was wonderful like a warm feeling a feeling of compassion and a calming feeling a feeling of sanity but it didn't last long even though I had plans for me and you I would've did anything for you I even wrote this poem called friend just for you just in case one day you came back...but from the looks of things now that won't be the case you don't think about me or care about me but you stay on my mind 24/7 and and I'm done thinking about you you've clearly moved on and I can't keep acting off my emotions anymore so this is my last poem/letter about you I loved you
Sincerely, a loved one
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Some poetry
PoetryA series of emotions and poems only found in the far corner if my mind that make up a good majority of who i am and what I believe and how I feel ...read between the lines and under the punctuation 🧶 an anthology
