You called me your muse.
Yet it doesn't seem I was your muse all along.
You fed me with loving words and poems day and night.
Yet you slipped through my hands in a matter of seconds.
But, I will not let you bring me down.
I will still look at my favorite flowers and adore them even if they matched your hair color.
I will look at your poems and my heart won't throb with agony.
I will speak your name without feeling someone has stabbed me in my back.
I will get up everyday and smile to everyone.
I will wake up and feel happiness amd freedom take over my body.
I will be who I truly am.
Mark my words.
You. Won't. Be. My. Downfall.
And that's a promise to myself.
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PoetryHeya! This is basically a collection of like idk if it would be considered as poems but I'll call them that they vary from poems to just thoughts and stuff I never get to say out loud if u have any negative comments please keep them to urself. ps...
