Pain. Everywhere. Choking back a sob.
I acted like a bitch,
said things I didn't mean just because
you were telling the truth and I got defensive.
You spoke about how you understand, you don't.
I am sorry. I told you, again and again,
to leave that you would get hurt, why didn't you?
I told you, you would leave once you see who I am.
You did, and every time you see me anywhere your smile falters, your grin fades,
your eyes avoided catching mine.
I said I am sorry and you said it's okay.
But I and you would never be the same.
I got used to you, used to seeing you everywhere,
used to you in my life. And I feel lonely,
don't get me wrong I was always lonely,
but more alone. Sadder. More terrified.
But you would never know how I feel you already replaced me.
I got used to the fact that I belonged.
Because you refused to live
And I was so taken by your world,
Now I'm disposed.
I'm a disposable treasure.
I am replaceable.
Insignificant.
I hate that I let you in, I hate that I miss you
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Dark passion
PoetryThe pile-up ecstasy Of the unknown. The beauty of my pain. This is a collection of the poem that illustrates that there is light even in the darkest of place. The is beauty even in pain so live it and live a mark.
