I keep on telling myself to move on from you . Reminding myself that it was not meant to be.
I can't help getting jealous of her . Cause my gut was telling me that you'll end up with her and its hurting me . Seeing her favor by your mother hurts me.
Seeing that she is cuter than me and prettier than me hurts me that it makes me feel so insecure of myself.
Yes, we talk about the possibility of us getting back together but thats just it . Small talks . Words that flow through the air and vanishes.
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Words Unsaid
PoetryStories and feelings that i bottle up inside that i never told a soul . Raw unedited feelings . A place to escape from the prison that is in my head. A place to share my thoughts that no one cares to listen to . Somehow has become a person to confid...
