I am strong...

Ruqayyah Jkh

If i can cry every night haunted by the memory of you.. Then i am strong... If i can have sleepless nights every night while wanting to sleep.. Then i am strong... If i can talk to you every single day though i remember what you did to me.. Then i am strong... If i can love you everyday with every breath i take though you left me.. Then i am strong... I don't need to hate you to move on.. I don't want to hate you.. I have erred too in our relationship.. Yet i am still here.. And it seems you do not understand why i am still here... I am not you.. I am not rational.. Though i do recall you saying when it comes to me you are not either.. Yet here we are.. You are not hurting as i am.. You do not remember us as i am.. You are not haunted by us as i am.. You no longer love me as i do.. I do not know if you ever did love me.. Cause i cannot understand how people move on so easily.. Forget so easily.. You keep reminding me you are straight... Weren't you when you fell for me? Weren't you when you kissed me? Weren't you when we made out? Weren't you when you held my hands? Weren't u straight when you wanted me as much as i wanted you? It is funny you keep saying that... What was i then.. An experiment.. A six months experiment.. So yeah.. I am strong for still wanting you back after what you did to me...

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