did i ruin the making of something good
by saying something ill-worded
that now makes me be seen like I'm someone else
did your perception of me
of your golden girl
the shining example of a woman
shatter right in front of you?
did that revelation of who you think I'm right now
break you a little too much
from the inside?
I don't know
I don't know anymore
maybe this is the end
maybe it isn't
I'm just another human
who makes pointless opinions
on supposedly important things
maybe a little too selfish
maybe not entirely right
or maybe, I just don't care anymore
but that's just who i am
and hell might freeze over
but i sure as hell won't conform for you.
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All For Love - A collection of Poems
Poetry"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." -William Shakespeare
