Why are you reading this,
despite my crappy brain farts, drama,
ramblings, and all these nonsense?
This isn't a poem
or maybe it is
I don't know anymore
and I do not think I care
But may I know who you are
and why you are here?
Is it because you get me?
Or are you just here for tea?
I've lost interest in writing
It now feels like a chore
But there you are reading
my favorites
The ones I poured my heart and soul in
The ones I wrote about him
I was madly in love and it was quite insane
Oh, have you ever felt the same?
Have you ever been through the same situation
where you made stupid decisions,
as your judgement was clouded by your emotions?
How did you feel after coming back to your senses?
Did you ever feel wronged?
I hope not
Because the only thing we can control is...
the amount of love we that we give
It's up to them what they want to do with it
To avoid disappointment,
do not expect
do not assume
I did not expect anything
And all I assumed was...
It wasn't going to end well
I was right
But it still did sting
And now I couldn't sing
Because I fear that even the happy songs might make me sad
For anything will remind me of everything about him
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