If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
I'm not mad at you Despite your ways Your sneaky, degrading ways I'm not mad at the words you said, That thing you did or the Knife you left in my back I'm not mad at your ignorance I'm not even mad that you Embarrassed me No, I'm not mad at you I'm mad at myself for letting it slide And not keeping you away sooner.
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