and then i realized, why i'm stuck all this time, all these writer blocks, emotionless pictures. it explains it. i didn't grief. i buried it, and hoping never to have to deal with it. the thing is, you have to face grief head on. you have to break down and cry, and call whoever it is a jackass, or a prick. you have to let it out and tell them what you are feeling, even when they're not listening. but you have to let it out. i was still a 'person' before, because i've dealt with my grief, the best way i knew how, mind you. but hey, that's the only way i know how. and it worked for my feelings. i didn't say i was proud of what i did, because it was stupid.
i don't know if i done enough to deal with it yet. well, i managed to scribble down my thoughts this morning, i hope you enjoy it :)
you're always be the one
your picture is sitll on my phone
i look it up whenever i'm weary
a simple reminder how i used to be happy
i was never yours
not completely anyway
my picture was never in your wallet
but my heart belong to you, and you only
now i'm standing here
not wanting to move
waiting for you
to comeback, and retrieve the heart that's left for you
few came by, and ask me to come along
they tried to move me
from the spot that you left me
but as you can see
i can't move
i won't move
because i have to be here
when you decided to take back this heart
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