To love and not be loved,
To be used and abused,
To be given all of,
Then realize your use.
To think of safe haven,
To be given a chance,
To have it taken again,
Without one last dance.
To swear off it all,
To take it all back,
To once again fall,
And once again, lack.
To lack what it takes,
To be what they wanted,
To go through the fakes,
But still just be haunted.
To be reminded of memories,
To try one last time,
To almost just be,
And all to say goodbye.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
