You can't help but let your blood run cold as the past unravels in spoken words, right in front your eyes. It's impossible to sit still and not react, but that's what I'm seemed to be doing and it's working. A sadist satisfaction or just pure coincidental thoughts brought to conversations, it still pains silently yet no one will notice, nor will I ever want it to be so.
Mistakes have been made, ones that I need to pay the prices for. Be it suffering in the guilt for the rest of my damned life or simply not having that happiness; then so be it. Hurting the ones that have brought nothing but joy to me wasn't something I wanted yet it happened all because of loving someone who faked himself.
Tell me, isn't that cruel to do them?
It's hurting until I can't feel anything, no more but the whispers have been silence; a little too silent. And sometimes I wonder: What do they have in store for me again?
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetrycurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞ Author's note - All my works are C...
