Sure.
I do carry the baggage better than you.
But does it make it any lesser?
Does it make my life any easier?
Yes.
I cry less often than you do.
But I consider it a handicap,
Not one of my strengths.
No.
I don't lie or commit treachery, baby.
Unlike you, I don't know how to use
People for my own amuse.
And yeah,
I was a fool for you.
Doesn't ease the pain.
But sure, a new notch in the belt for you.
And if I were you, I'd let me be. I'd be kinder.
At least I'd have stayed away and retained my pure form.
But now that you've made me into a tangled mess,
I barely recognize me.
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𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚: 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧│✔
Poetry❝In the death of me, I found solace. ❞ What readers say: "Starkly honest, seeing the naked soul of your own, relishing the sorrows of being alive." "A mystic poet is born!" "Keep it up. Keep being alive. Keep writing." Poetry of the past of me. Lyr...
