When I needed you, you weren't there.
I kept wondering whether you cared.
Only talked to me when it was convenient.
When I say how I feel, I mean it.
We were done. I didn't want to see it.
Now I can tell, what wasn't meant to happen.
It was the mindset I was trapped in.
I fell quick, too quick.
Now I'm Single.
And I'm OK with it.
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Schizoaffectively in Love
PoetryThere will be a lot of Poetry on Mental Illness, and love, and heartbreak.
