alexandria belle cabilida
Pathetic - Poem by alexandria belle cabilida
I can't sleep. I find it hard to sleep this past few days.
I know, I've been so paranoid thinking what's going on with you and with her and the other girls.Well, I guess it's time to think myself with others.
I've been so focused in everything about you. Everything that came out from my mind to my pen was everything about you.
My whole life here in 'C' revolves around you. Why am i letting myself to be drifted away? Like there's no other interesting stories that could ever happen to me? I hate myself of liking you. Forcing myself not to think about you. Shutting my mouth when i know i will talk about yo. Closing my eyes when I know i will see you.Hiding myself when i know we'll meet in the hallway. It's so stressful and I hate it.
I'm so tired of making myself believe that i was over you. Voice of reason I forgot I have. Denying things which obviously I have. Some people forcing me to feel what i don't feel whenever you're around.Yes, I'm not over you but I'm not so into you. Sometimes, I force myself not to care, like brushing you off of my mind.Taking you off of my vocabulary. Forgetting the things that once you thought.Unlearning those things that i learned when I was with you. Erasing you from my history.
How will I know? Questions are too hard for me to throw. Clarifications... What is his story? Does he have something for me? Does he talk about me?
What is it or what was it? Waiting in vain...I'm waiting for nothing...
Mind Bugling...Brain teasers.. Catching questions..you're that ALL!
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