I don't understand how you understood people who already cheated on you.
Like how man?
It does makes you feel insecure.
I know it did, fab.
And it hurt.
What hurts more is that you're letting them always hurt you,
Make you cry,
Cheat on you,
Lie to you.
Just for you to keep him.
Not to lose him.
You're letting him hurt you,
Just to satisfy you.
Satisfy the ecstatic feeling when he's near.
Whenever he's talking how his day went.
Whenever he teases you.
When he's down, broke, sick,
You want to be his comfort,
Yet he never was your security.
You always feel loosen, when you're already locking him up.
Nah I don't understand everything.
I don't even know what I'm saying now?
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Diary of an Introvert
PoëzieSecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
