Choosing me
Literally the best possible thing to happen to me was leaving you I felt suffocated for the last few years With the number of unnecessary dramas and whining Sure, there were good times But were they really worth it? You were suffocating, A snake in guise of a necklace, A bear trap in guise of an anklet, Oh? Did that sound 'bitchy' by any chance? Well, it is supposed to be. No matter what happens, Somehow you are always the victim, and me? The villain. I honestly don't care anymore, The first year me has cried enough over you, But no more am I going to waste my precious tears and sanity over you You drove me insane (and definitely not in a good way), Your venom slowly trying to infiltrate my mind and body But no more, will I allow that to happen I kept that venom accumulated in my throat, Just trying to be alive. Now, I will be living my best life, For I have spat out the venom that had been existing in me I will be happy...