I thought I had started healing.
Perhaps, I wasn't damaged goods as I thought,
Now that I've stopped reeling.
I learned to save myself, I'd been taught.
I thought I'd never be able to live without you,
That against all odds we'd fly.
But I've discovered that even the sun sets too,
Before it rises again to the sky.
Beyond all doubt, I thrived.
I had hoped someone would love me, the way I thought you did.
I doubt you have any clue how hard I cried,
Realizing that you must not've loved me enough to be the reason to lessen the suffering you contributed.
I often wonder what I did to deserve the pain and suffering you put me through every night,
If my broken heart had healed your cries.
Would loving me truly be a crime?
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Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.
