Dont reply back
Dont say a word
Tell me we're friends
Nothing ever occured
Wish so much to hate you
So much to forget about you
But I have to many reminders
Too many relations and ties
That makes it so much harder to remember
Why you were worth my time
Another poem finished..dedicated to him
mhm..so selfish..he got the whole damn notebook. This is so stupid..Whyd..why did I ever let this happen? I should know by now that Love is just another word for heartbreak. Love is just another disguise for pain, it creeps up and smothers you with fabricated affection and the snatches it all away with a few words.
But then again, I was t he one who ended it
I was also the one who lost my diginity opening up begging to return to the past.
But atleast I was always honest in what I said.