It’s a strange sadness upon me now.
A sad of
What am I doing to her?
A sad of
Why is my body falling apart?
A sad of
Just three more weeks, but 5 assignments
A sad of
Yearning. For him.
A sad of
I don’t know what to do
Or what has been done
Or how to proceed
Without making more people sad
Without breaking more hearts
Because when I was with him
So much of me was determined
That it would last
Forever
And so much of me was happy
That I wouldn’t have the chance
To hurt anyone else
And now I have free reign.
Ready folks? Here I go.
Hearts, y’all best get broken!