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May 8
I’m tired of the gifts.
Mxm, why don’t you bring me you?

I’m giving my all. It’s still not enough.
Are you the wrong person for me?

I really loved you. I really did.
Loved your personality, I still do.

I don’t know when I stopped loving you.
I really don’t.
But what I had for you, was really dope.
Every moment with you, gave me hope.
Do I want you now? That’s a strong nope.

I hate dropping you.
But it’s time to be bold.
See now, you’re the past.
Time to see what the future holds.

Is love really this killing?
Or are you just an Undertaker?
I guess I have to take this with a grain of salt.
Even though you’re the one I ever sought.
Now I got a lot of things I need to sort.

You used to be the one I loved.
The one I never wished to see torn apart.
Now we’re torn apart.
Here, take your part.

I want you to feel the weight of what I felt.
I want you to know what a ‘No’ feels like.
I had a crush on you,
now you’ll get crushed too.

Ready or not. Watch me leave.
We’re a mess, it’s like an old weave.

This is not revenge.
It’s what you gave me.
One of those Amateur writings...
Completed: 29th December 2017 [22:43 PM]
Inspired by: Kwesta feat. Thabsie – Ngiyaz’fela Ngawe song.
Darryl M
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