I forecasted things would go awry,
But I ignored the feeling.
I gave you chance after chance.
Even as a hurricane;
To see you, made me do a happy dance.
For the first few weeks;
Knowing you were there made life a little more bearable.
Until your ways made everything even more terrible.
I'm pissed.
I wish you weren't the last person I kissed.
I should've flipped the script on you,
Broke you down, and hurt you too.
However, that's not in my soul.
I thought about it,
But what would've been the benefit?
Seeing you on your knees begging for mercy would've been cute.
I would put a gun to your head;
and look you in the eye when I shoot.
It can't be possible that the bad things in life are a need.
Required to ensure that we're all able to succeed.
Could the constant bad have broken and matured my soul?
Was my forecast of the rain telling me to put this relationship on hold?
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REMEDIES 2: FURY
PoetryIn this sequel to remedies, after the personal endeavors encountered by the main character, we tag along for his next obstacle. This 10 foot wall that he has to hop over, just so happens to be another battle within himself. The twist however, is th...
