When will you see;
That the only reason she wants you;
Is because others do.
And she wants everything.
When will you understand,
That love isn’t a part of this anymore.
It’s not about happiness;
It’s a selfish desire.
I can’t even understand;
Why you are so blind around her.
She’s not important;
And she shouldn’t be to you.
You could have done so much better.
You deserve that.
She’s not worth your time;
But you’re so persistent.
So I guess I’ll lie down to die now.
And say goodnight to the light, the earth.
I hope one day you realize,
What you actually did to me.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoesíaLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.