I am a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
With every tick, I'm reminded of the sheer ache my heart endures daily
With every tock, I'm struggling to keep the past at bay
With every tick comes a memory
With every tock comes the regret
With every tick, I'm reliving every reason why I love him and should fight for him
But with every tock, I'm fueled with hatred of what he did and put me through
With every tick comes the anxiety
With every tock comes the depression
Like I said, I'm a ticking time bomb...
TICK TOCK.
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The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
