Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon

Extinguished

I've come to say that there will me no more.
That is, poems of many emotions that I pour; about that one I didn't like.

Because it leaves a bad taste in me. It makes me feel like I'm exaggerating and talking too far bad of someone.

So I'm done writing about her. At least for now.

But the struggle continues on. And it probably won't stop soon.
But it's around time that I finally stop talking about the same person, like I'm being pulled in and hit by a harpoon.

And I've been learning to cope with things more as of late; things like self love, and loss of hate.

And I'm learning to not centralize all of me over love; as there's just so much more above.

Friendship ties are still strong, and they usually don't have intertwined drama.

So just like it is, I'll get in the sauna.

And relax, with my friends, who understand, and listen to when I receive a reprimand.

Thank you.