Break up of an imaginary fling

There’s an intertwined slight breeze of an idea that I’m not loveable; Whenever you come back to tell me: let’s be friends.

I’m not a bitter child like before, but I attempt to still stand on my two feet without giving way for trampling on. Your apathy maybe genuine, it breathed obnoxious.

Although the memory of you was a bittersweet note, your goodbye, with a request for my friendship, was a sort of slander to my personality.

And I promise I’ll wait for normal to happen, but I don’t want it to be anytime soon.

Ill forget you in my time, like you did me faster in yours.

Miss Mess

xoxo

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About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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