Not expected so much rain today. Maybe it will become a flood. It makes me sleepy, moody, down.
Everything a woman is expected to be. But I’m not that kind of a woman, so I’m surprised with my own reactions.
I’ll grab some chocolate. Lay down. Listen to music. Think about opportunities and mistakes I have made.
I know, I know, bad choice of thoughts, but it’s a my mind discussion wich has to be done, sooner or later.
In the name of that, another undiagnosed “poem” ( oh, how I like that term).
Don’t call me
Don’t text me
Don’t even think of me.
You have no rights, no purpose in my life and my mind.
I erased you like a bad drawing from the plain paper, put you into garbage and kicked away with pleasure..
Please, you should do the same.
Our last conversation, silent, with no words at all.
Could I even call it conversation?
I had nothing to say, after you said everything, in four little, tiny words.
Enough said. Welcome to the exit door of my life. Please, shut it down.
I won’t look back.