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liar

I may not write about much
but you are embedded in my mind in such
a way that you haunt
and taunt
me even till now
I wonder how
would I have grown
if I hadn’t made that right turn
that is you…
no! I wouldn’t greet you
or call you a mistake
anymore so I might sound like a hypocrite
but you were a good turn
that made me burn
with fire
even though you were a liar
but you made me grow
and sow
positive seeds
so I heed-
-ed your words
and I have become
a better person, I might come
off as a mad man
passing and moving loosely like a sand
slipping through the hand
and going back to land
but you made me better than before
and still I think about you in my sore
mind
you are one great find
and although we were never meant to be
I see
what I’ve become
one hell of a perfect storm…
#promise (it’s been six months since we parted our ways and it’s been a rough ride for me. it woulda been rougher if I hadn’t met #batman but let’s stick to the topic. We meet every once in a while since we can’t help it but yea even she was the one who initiated out parting it was partly my fault too. And she still is making me better. Maybe it is just a casual thing for her but her just existing is a boon for me. I’ve moved on…well mostly. I still have that kandi effect. She was not a mistake that I made. She was a lesson and a one hell of a good memory for me. a time of a life when I enjoyed the most in my life. She had said that “I’ll love you till I can” maybe she just couldn’t love me anymore but let’s go back to the topic again. She made me a better version of myself. Period,)
-yakaa: jujaa

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