part 9

poem

By soso joPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

i always go after the bad guys

they feed me sweet sweet lies

i am too blind to see

how badly they treat me

i crave the attention

with the non existent connection

here i am believing

when they say they will change

hope to turn over a blank page

let them back in again

and then get hurt over and over again

want to back into time

before i was hurt

before i learnt love

before i learnt heartbreak

before i learnt heartache

i want to go back to a simpler time

back when no one was mine .

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