#mypointlessexistence
So after Polar Opposite
I mourned (still am)
And crushed
(Still am)
And had a fling with another guy
(Learned my lesson)
I lost a few friends
And met some new people
And Polar Opposite gave up chasing me
(Don't get me wrong almost all the poem on here
Are about him)
And realized I have a problem
(I got lots of those actually {That was a joke, you're supposed to laugh})
Should I keep my secret of who I am?
So that no one will hate me
Or fear me
Or judge me
So I can be safe?
Or let it all be open
And give up my alluring mystery
And my "friends"
And doom every relationship I ever have
I am so tempted to tell you
Dear reader
Because I will never have to face you in person
And I always feel loved
In your comforting ranks.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
I feel
A bit
Narcissistic
Right now
But I'll go on
Anyways
I'm so over
Thinking of Polar
And playing these stupid games
It's too bad for him
But he needs to see
I'm living a life
And I need to be free
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
I forgot to mention
(derogative laughter sounds in my head)
Up until now
How everyone would smile and ask us to kiss
Polar Opposite and I
How they looked at us as a team
We were inseparable
(I guess that wasn't true, was it?)
They called us Romeo and Juliet
behind our backs
(I just learned this, after 25 months)
Now I am seen as a broken part
By all the male eyes
And every time someone finds out
That what we had is "over"
(I don't know what over means anymore)
I can tell they mourn right along with me
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
I guess it turns out
I don't miss him.
I miss being in love
He is my polar opposite.
I know love made me blind,
But I'm not saying I actually wanted to see
Before him there was one guy
(He turns out to be a player
But I ****** That Up
So soon
I never had a chance to find out )
I guess his haunted past was attractive
(I still don't understand
How you can be
A passionate player...)
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Okay so Polar Opposite and I went on
(Not that I knew what I was doing)
And I learned a lot
Like who I am.
The only problem is
(And I'm not pretending)
I'm not normal.
I have an extreme case of the Not-Normals!
I love who I am but he didn't
So after 18 months
I ended it.
No one ever told me that would be traumatic
(I really should have believed the poetry, right?)
So that leaves me with
• 1 problem
• 1 more story segment
Then I need some help deciding some things
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC