written on 11/18/20
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if i would have known
that this is what you'd do
i wouldn't be as numb
i wouldn't feel as used
why did i think fate,
my "saving grace,"
could give me greater peace?
i shouldn't stay
i'll count the days
till all this pain will cease
can you hear me dear?
list all my fears
why are you at the top?
it's too severe
to disappear
i just want this to stop
our last goodbye
will hurt too much
i'd rather lie
than us lose touch
it's not like you know
what this really means
i'm going to let go
even when you still plead
"why would you want to leave?
there's still so much to see
that i haven't showed you yet
i would show you the world."
but my vision has blurred
and i'm back to the moment we met
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i don't have much words to speak at the moment, i'm kinda at an internal loss i don't know how to explain. everything just feels strange and I'm trying to wrap my head around it, or maybe it's just too early. either way i hope you enjoy and have a good day.
YOU ARE READING
folie
Poetryjournal-like entries taken from my journal filled with poems and tales that might not make much sense to you. read if you don't mind it, though.
