You thought what you did hurt me?
Back then? Yeah, but now I'm free
I knew I was taking a chance opening up to you for a bit of romance
Your savagery ways created my rainy days
Filled with so much hope in my visions
Had me out here making foolish decisions
Wishing my third eye was primed like a prism
To show me all the fuckery
You went from decreasing your time to ducking me
Down to only weekend fucking me
Damn I must've been a sucker see
To rely on your breadcrumbing me
To believe that you loved me
To allow you to govern me
Back then I didn't know myself
I had to go through some things to inherit this wealth
You were just par for the course
I'm not interested in your rem0rse
Thoughts & memories of you are divorced
From my mental, the old me that didn't know the new me
Who I am now has been influential in clearing up generational curses
Aligning herself in grounded purposes
Focusing & tending to her inner child
Healing & revealing her true self
Loving & promoting self-care
Choosing peace over chaos
She's wearing this like an albatross
Yeah, so what you did to me hurt me through and through
But I woke one day saying F it and then I knew
The old me was done with you and the new me, well she's not even on your avenue
We both bid you adieu.
About the Creator
Mesaye
From the moment I read my first Edgar Allen Poe story when I was 12 yrs old, I knew what made my heart flutter & what drove my imagination. Writing has been something I’ve loved doing, fell far away from & am now drawn back to it!
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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