Remorse
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A short poem on how fake love can leave one feeling. Background: I just got out of a three-year relationship, in which felt like the happiest time for me. I was truly happy with him. He was everything to me. But just recently, he left, leaving me alone. I have felt so lost without him. He told me how he wished he never met me. How I never meant anything to him. How I pray he still thinks about me, and regrets what he said to me. He said this stuff to my face without a care in the world. I was sitting there sobbing, begging him to stay with me, for I couldn't bear a thought without him. Nothing worked. He had turned cold and heartless. The same way he was before we met.
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"I pretend I never loved you I will pretend it was never the easiest thing to do I will pretend that I'm over it Pretend I am over you But no one has a fucking clue And I'll throw my popcorn away. Hide my face. Wipe away my tears. I wasn't special enough And that is alright by me." ------------------------ At this point this collection of poems is almost like a diary. I always hated poetry. I like people who are direct and honest. And that's how I prefer literature. I believed myself to be bad at double meanings and metaphors and hated pretty words to cover up the ugly reality. Yet, I found myself being fascinated by it. I think it's the most vulnerable side of me. Wanting to communicate through a medium I think little of and yet understands me. It has no structure. It can be messy and yet beautiful. It's allowed to be unpolished. Wrong quotations. Or even lacking any. At this point in my life I feel like everything I thought was right to be wrong and so maybe something wrong could be right. You haven't even asked for this. And still you know it now. "Art is where what we survive survives" -Kaveh Akbar

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