Realisation

At this rate of point I have been hurt plenty of times that I can finally say I'm used to it. Although I feel hurt there is this weird satisfaction of being hurt it's almost like a new chapter of something amazing..

Ican't wait to move on, once I realise my worth, my standard I can finally be unbreakable and at that point not even a flowers can touch me and nor can you, don't take my weakness for craziness but instead be thankful someone appreciates your existence.

Today I can confidently say I'm going to move on because you like her which I don't blame you, I just wish I knew back then that you weren't the one, now I'm the one to suffer at my own choice and I wish you the best in life because now for real I'm gone and not coming back