It Is Not Me.

Although sometimes I sit awake at night,

wondering whether or not we might have worked,

I found someone new to break my heart.

 

I am crazy, bonkers, out of my mind,

to think you were ever worth it.

You constantly mock others,

and I see you are broken inside, 

but I am not your remedy.

You have your remedy.

It is not me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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