I could never be upset at you.
Not for the unrequited feelings.
Nor my broken heart.
You simply could not hold what I had to give.
You wanted more
While ignoring the best parts of me that were slipping through your fingers.
You claim I wasn't enough
Yet, I was a little too much for you.
-Zee
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Pieces of Her
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.
