It's in the silence,
Isn't it?
It's in the way my presence is so overwhelming.
Yet not there at all.
And that hurts.
It hurts that I'm not the one.
That no matter what you tell yourself,
I'm not what you need
So,
I'll no longer try to convince you that I don't deserve you.
I'll no longer try to convince myself that I didn't make a mistake by letting you go.
-Zee
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PoetryGetting to know her. Others. Love. Hate. Promises and heartbreak Sometimes writing poetry helps with emotions. Sometimes it just adds gasoline to the fire. In the end, it's worth it. Always.
