Deep down inside you knew
That it was going to happen and yet it still hurts
Now only 8 months later you still have a moment of confusion and self hatred about it.
Get a grip. . ?
I have one.
I just lose it sometimes to revel in the past when I was the most happy.
When I was. . .more than just a man with a dream.
When I was thinking about my future.
The future I thought I had.
Why am I crying now?
Because no matter how many girls I meet.
No matter how many tell me they want me.
I can't help but turn to you.
I can't help but think about you.
Would it hurt you?
Do you care?
Of course not.
But I try.
Kayla. . .I think about you a lot.
I still do you know?
I don't want to.
No matter how much I try.
I just do.
Fuck.
Why does it hurt?
Why does my heart yearn for something so far gone into the distance?
I'm just another ticking bomb ready to blow an existence too washed out an shallow.
My life isn't meant to be adventurous or. . .amazing.
But you. . .
You've got more to live for.
You have talent.
You have a family.
You have everything you need.
Most importantly. . .
You have a future.
But you know what Emmanuel?
You were right.
You aren't supposed to have one like they are.
Kayla is meant to strive.
She has to do better.
You. . .you just have to bleed out.
You're not worth this life.
You were right.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
