Cut every piece of me to thrive
From what I wanted to survive
Though, it was delicate, I'd like to try
Even if my soul loosened as I die
Threw two rocks to strike in
To acknowledge such achievement
I know distinction wasn't that necessary
I still tried my best to get perceived, even if it's risky
I love the heat from the hell you've placed me
So much better than you exposed me in public
When you said that "I'm problematic"
That caused me to amputate myself into pieces
I know healing takes time, and so as moving I still have this loaded baggage you left from me, suffering in torture
But right now, it's time to put me back where I used to be
Get your suffocating baggage here, I don't need it any longer
I can't afford to have any risky things
Just like how you bestowed it upon me
Instead of picking out messes,
I'd rather leave it.
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Reckless
PoetryReckless isn't just a bad thing, sometimes it defines something that you can't explain it to others. The more reckless you were, the more wiser you'll become someday. Reckless for me, it defines on how cruel you make some choices and regret it afte...
