There were my days with them
When I kept my mouth shut
Made the world see
A perfect couple
That was fake behind closed doors
There were my days
When I loved them so much
I couldn't bear to hate them
And always
Always
Defended their actions
And now there are my days
Where I currently hate them openly
And spread my truth
Of what was behind those closed doors
Which now have opened
So how can you say it is awful
For me to talk about them so much
It is a blessing alone
To hate them
It is more amazing
I can openly tell my truth
Now that it is all over
YOU ARE READING
My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
