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 jealous I'm bitter Though I can't tell which is worse I'm not envious I'm not territorial I don't wish I was them but Sometimes I wish they would go
While your happiness will always matter And it's all I've wanted to see I'll always feel bitter when it's them And not me
I'm not in love with you And I'd never make you chose Even though I forgive you (But still will never forget) I suppose part of me still misses what was And how it'll never be again
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