I am such a fool.
Let myself believe I'm okay,
but when I actually sit back
and begin fall apart,
I realize just how fucked up
I really am in here.
Hello?
Maybe it's just the beckoning hours
of the night,
and extremely early morning,
that makes me crawl
out from the darkest depths
of myself,
and tries to tear down
everything I've put a wall up against.
I try to help myself,
but all I seem to do
is push the knife in deeper.
Do you still love him?
Yes.
No, I never did.
Do you like him?
Yes.
Why would someone like him
ever be interested in someone like you?
Will you ever be friends with him again?
I hope so.
No, you crushed him.
How could he be friends with someone
as awful as you?
Everything I touch seems to shatter,
And to think I thought
I was doing so damn well.
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Late night poetry, I apologize. I should be sleeping, but I'm doing homework and listening to sad music and realizing false ephiphanies. Don't mind me...