
My horoscope tells me to avoid being discouraged by endings, that I can grow if I stay in my lane,
and I feel seen by the cosmos today.
I can, indeed, be mad at you and still hold love and respect in my heart,
but I can't stay and subject myself to the whiplash of your mood swings;
I can't surrender my well-being trying to make sure you're okay.
The last time I chose no contact, to fully block you out, I wanted to talk so badly it was the only way to stop myself;
this time, I never want you to speak to me like that again, and I am guaranteeing that you can't.
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This poem was inspired by my daily horoscope, as published by Co—Star on November 3, 2024. Read another of my recent horoscope poems here:
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