Certain days flew by,
Destroying things they met,
All while leaving permanent damage.

And the fact they are permanent,
Messes me up more,
Because the following days,
Continue to collapse.

The day my lover broke up with me,
I sensed that I was suffocating myself,
By holding in the tears,
And screaming in my mind as they are let out.

The day I found out,
That my best friend had betrayed me,
It wasn't my heart that broke,
But rather my soul.

I do admit.
I had done so,
By almost choosing someone else.

But I assure you,
I never onced talk shit ,
Or complained about them,
Behind their backs.

I always tell those thoughts right on their face...

But the fact that they told someone else,
Rather than telling me on the spot,
Broke my soul,
More than I could comprehend.

And what made these two situations worse,
Was that the latter happened two days after.

The following days,
Maybe about three,
I cried almost twice or thrice a day,
Feeling unmotivated to do anything.

Although thanks to my best friend,
I moved on from my ex,
But I still have emotions left for these two.

Poems about them,
Mean shit now.
But somehow,
Immortalized them.

And I hate the fact that I am indecisive about keeping them or cutting off from...