knowing someone will tell you that you’re their everything,
how you’re different, so much nicer,
so much better.
And then in a matter of seconds, take it all back
without even saying a word,
they’ll do it right in front of your face
and they’re not even paying attention to you.
They’re already infatuated with something else
and it makes you feel like crap.
But the worst part is,
you watch them with hatred in your eyes,
and they won’t show a hint of regret.
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Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...