wasted time

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wasted time

I told myself I wouldn't waste my tears on you,
so why am I wasting them now?
you're a sorry excuse for a man
using girls left and right,
having your way with them before you get bored
then leave them alone and confused.
I hate you now,
but I loved you then
and I can't understand for the life of me why.
I dont know why I stayed as long as I did,
maybe it was pure stubbornness and stupidity,
or maybe it was love.
well at least I thought it was,
for both of us.
now you can rot in the ground for all I care.
I'm done with you.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

emilyAKAninja’s Poems (35)

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ways of suicide 1
waiting, waited, gone 0
that girl 0
self harm 4
depression 0
the blade 0
suicide 1
betrayed 0
you're a disease 0
stay away from him 0
never going back 0
when i die 0
in your room 3
my allegory in the cave 1
an artists philosophy 0
favorite mistake 0
you make me angry 0
wasted time 0
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emily 0
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black 0
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your friend 0
my weakness 0
scissors 0
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untitled 0
why my love 0