You are a past time
You are rumors and myths
You are something I never thought about
I'm okay with waving goodbye when you say hello
I'm okay with you thinking I was wrong even if I was right
I'm okay sleeping alone because I use to not be able to sleep at all
There no point in being sad or mad
There no point if I'm the bad guy in your story
There is always two side to it but I'm okay with it not existing because why risk my happiness
you are a past time and that fine by me
you are rumors and myths some part truth and some parts lies and some never existed to start with but that ok because I won't cry
you are something I never thought about because your something I never seen and things unspoken have no existent to me
- Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 27th, 2023 14:21
- Comment from author about the poem: call it what you want when your in between life and death. call it what you want when your in between being remembered and being forgotten. It a calling to life it self asking did this really happen or was this really true and life can be so hard and most people forget you have feeling too. let myself just feel like I'm almost existed is better when the world around is as insane as the people living in it.
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