FUCK OFF.

I spoke lesser,thoughts whirling in the mind.

Feelings are prepared, in whatever to come.

May be lost at the moment,maybe its time.

Reflect on the past,and this time I let go,

I wont hope it will come back,it will occur again,

 I look forward, and do what brings me around.

one word, two words

something small.

meant so much to someone else.

but yet used as if it is 

meaningless and harmless.

Though left with the memories of special moments.

but these "special" moments were made use of.

that special position of mine,

is no longer there,

the harm already did its pretty damage.

its no longer the same.

I am no longer special as I thought I was.


I want to sleep soundly, I am tired.