A Collection of Poetry

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Once upon a crime

Maybe you did it
to toughen me up
to prepare me for the world, you know
Maybe you didn't mean to break me
then again, you did...(almost)


There was a time
I wished you to go to Hell
But now,
I just hope you rest in pieces
Remember,
you found
what you were looking for


In time I will heal
and I will
go on, so does the show
Though as long as I go
I've got to live
with the past you did give


I don't hate you... (anymore)
I don't despise you
I'm trying to understand
Why I do what you did
Hating myself


Now I just wish,
I could
 talk to you
one more time

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