The words you say to me
Might not be as hurtful
But the way you do
Feels like a blade
Shot in my chest
Gave you chances
Again and again
Hoping you might change
But you be nice just for a while
And then go back to your bitter self
Pushed myself
Into thinking
That it was me
Who wronged you
Maybe I didn't do it right
Maybe I shouldn't have done that
And everything would have been perfect
Maybe it wasn't enough
Maybe I should have tried harder
And it would have been better
Maybe..
Or maybe I was right
To stand against you
Maybe I was right
To be who I am
Maybe I was right
To push against the flow
Maybe I was right
To let you go
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
