Night Thoughts But In Poetic Form :thought_balloon: | not counting anymore

It must be easy for you and

I kinda feel bad not getting

To type a proper farewell

But the real question is...

Should   I   bid   it    already?

Strangled   and beaten    by

Your past   that   pains   me

Quite a big mark of your own

Hatred toward me yet I give

No limit to how much I shower

You with love and my concern

Was I in fault all along or was it

His selfishness was it my own

Sensitivity or his own insensitivity

Either way, we are both living in a

Math solution left unsolved when

All this time there was a formula

How funny, we only had to combine

The like yet we seem so uncapable

Of doing so. Like we are amidst the

Hellish doubts filled with pride

I genuinely miss him

I am fine, this is just a piece of writing

To meddle with and play the game of

My own thoughts, it is not a big deal

I am just overthinking after all