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Fading Away πŸ’”πŸ’«




You're waiting for me to end it,

thinking I'll fade away like a worn-out trend.

But I'm not going down without a fight,

without making you face the mess you've bent.


You've taken, taken, taken all this while,

leaving me a shadow of the love we once did learn.

You think I'll settle for scraps, for leftovers of your love?

No, not this time, I'm worth more,

I'm worth the whole damn thing.


I'm counting the seconds, waiting for the day,

you'll realize what you've wasted, what you've thrown away.

You'll see my worth, but it'll be too late, gone astray,

I'll be long gone, 

Moving on.


This isn't love, but a mere joke for you,

a pathetic attempt to hold on, with hollow words, untrue.

You should be ashamed, you should be disgusted,

at the man you've become, at the love you've rusted.


I deserve the real thing, not watered-down, half-hearted, broken wings,

not a love that's conditional, not a love that stings.

I deserve to be cherished, to be adored,

not settled for, not tolerated, but loved, truly loved, and more.


So keep waiting, keep hoping,

but I'll be gone, and you'll be left with nothing,

nothing but the echoes of what we could've been,

what we could've had, if you'd only cared enough to try,

whole-heartedly, with consistent actions, not hollow promises.


You had my heart, you had my trust,

but you broke them both, you let them rust.

Now I'm picking up the pieces,

No more settling, no more compromise,

I deserve the love that's real, that's mine, that's wise.

So go ahead, keep living in your lie,

but know this: 

When I'll be letting go, 

 you'll be wondering why.

Comments

  1. Brutality on top

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  2. Aadrikaaaaa was missing ur blogs ❤️❤️

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  3. And here she is 🀌🏻🀌🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻

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  4. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  5. Goosebumps guaranteed πŸ«‘πŸ™ŒπŸ»

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  6. Damnnn Aadrika 🫢🏻

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  7. This poem was so simple to understand yet heartwrenching in zillion ways the depth that it carries and the way you've written it is wow

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  8. πŸ™ŒπŸ»

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  9. Ye padh kr bas ek line Rockstar movie ki bolunga - Mujhe ye Sab kuch nhi chahiye bs Mera dil nhi tootna chahiye 🫢🏻

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  11. Loved it πŸ’—πŸ’—

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  12. Soooo good πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ«ΆπŸ»πŸ«ΆπŸ»

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  13. Nice πŸ’―πŸ’―

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