It’s Simple Now

by kuylerquijas

I can’t write about love.
Girls mean nothing to me anymore.
I’ve lost my innocents.
I don’t know what feelings are.
You can’t open my eyes.
Hold my hand.
I bet I’ll rip it off.
This is not sad.
This is life.
You love.
You hurt.
You forget.
I don’t need pointless shit.
I stand in a crowd no more.
I am not sad.
I am not depressed.
I can only thank myself.

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