one night stands have
have become a normality
and i've long since forgotten
the meaning of feelings
and all my brain understands is
no strings attached.
people say it takes many
heartbreaks to really
mess you up, but
i digress.
one heartbroken is enough
to shatter your faith
and make you question
if love actually exists.
i would know.
i've distanced myself from what
i used to be. my cheerful and hopeful
self is gone.
i'm just a hollow shell of
nothingness, a robot
following an endless
routine.
i live just for the sake of
living and not to enjoy
life itself.
you may as well
think me dead.
i don't believe in hope
and i don't believe in love
and that's the story of me.
[a/n]: not the story of me lol i come up w the weirdest poetry ideas at night
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Crowned
Poetrybits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
