Maybe one day again I would wrap myself into the love of someone new and tell them about every little thing, of how you hurt me, how you made me feel lonely, how you left me, how broken I was and just like you that 'someone new' would promise me not leave and swear upon the moon but just like you would end up abandoning me. So to avoid breaking down on the floor again, this time I would choose to say no gracefully refusing to fall again. Maybe to be loved was never meant to be my business.
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
