Him
It's not about him anymore
For once my tears aren't flowing because of him
For once he's not the reason for my pain
And for once he's not the reason I wanna ChangeI wanna fight
But he's not who I wanna fight for
I wanna run
Though, not after himThen again I realize
who am I kidding?
Even in a time when it's about me
I'm writing about him—
Bea wavy
December 7th 2020 12:55am
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Noctuary
PoetryNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...