Maybe today I'll go outside,
And set everything I've been facing, aside.
Maybe today I'll finally do something with my hair,
To avoid any more uncomfortable stares.
Maybe today he'll call,
Or maybe not at all.
Is it true how everyone predicted we would be forever?
Or was it the way you were an imposter to a role, before playing with my love all over?
I still remember what your bed felt like,
The sounds of anger you would make, whenever we got into a fight.
What my friends saw as loving,
I always saw as abusing.
These blinding lights that surround me,
Sends me back to a time when I used to feel free.
Each flash reminds me of how much that twinkle to your perfect smile worked,
Before your eyes started to lurk.
I'm still waiting for an answer.
Are you still mad at me, for choosing my happiness over the anger that was similar to a panther's?
It's hard for me to still believe, that all your intentions you say were "good", were really because you loved me.
What is love to you?
Something you thought you knew?
These are all the questions I've been asking myself,
So maybe one day I could find the answers,
And finally, place our story on the shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, The Poetical Pained
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