Blind date,
A stranger on a first date.
I still remember to this date,
How you made feel.
I tried to be romantic to you,
But all you said was "To you too"
I gave you my heart.
To you it was just an art,
To poke fingers at.
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A familiar feeling I had.
It reminded me,
Of the one who left,
Just when you came in.
Stuck, trying to figure out which one was more genuine.
To me, you was an art
And art, isn't suppose to be beautiful
Its suppose to make you feel something.
That's what you made me feel.
©unapologetically RECLUSE bLaCk woman(winie).
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Talking of feelings,
I was in your feelings,
Made me feel loved but all you did was mess me up.
Before I met you, I was a broken thing,
A beast in disguise.
You came to me and you leash me up,
I fell for it,
Only because it felt like something worth living for.
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That was not intended.
You only forgot.
That as much as you needed my love and attention.
I needed it back.
You were too selfish, cared much about yourself.
You couldn't even notice that I was equally a mess.
So,
Tell me.
What was I suppose to do?
Keep on hoping, that my dead candle of hope would be lit?
Keep on hoping, that the one who doesn't show any sign of care, would care at some point?
©unapologetically RECLUSE bLaCk woman(winie).
