I'm the type of person who says that I don't care but deep down I do even though I pretend I don't.
I just won't ever go back to the same person that hurt me.
I can never look at them in the same light as before once they did the things that hurt me.
I'll forgive you.
But I won't forget what you did.
I won't go back.
And things will never be the same once my trust has been broken.
You have been warned.
(I'm not that much of masochist or that self-destructive to hurt myself even more over a person who couldn't care less about me even though I'd set aside all of my time for them) (what a waste of time) (I could have spent it on better things)
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
