And it doesn’t really matter anymore

Not really sure how to feel about it
I guess there’s nothing to feel at all now
Except the feeling that comes from
The feelings that have gone
To have something that doesn’t exist anymore
To have someone who doesn’t exist
Any more
Any less
Would be no memory
Of any kind
No thought or memory left behind
Soon
That day will come Soon enough
I don’t care much about the thought
Of it
When the feeling is dead
And the feelings I have Now
Are no longer attached to you
Don’t really care
About everything you said
That I can’t remember
But I remember every love
That made me feel
Loved
And made me feel Something more
And left a mark on my life and ❤
That was not you

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Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

4 thoughts on “And it doesn’t really matter anymore”

  1. “And it doesn’t really matter anymore”
    this must be a total heartbreaker, and to anyone sensible-compassionate who may read it too
    however a true reflection of one’s own self in various transitions through
    all the ages and stages of this unforgiving process of growth
    and as we all go through as such, and perhaps even for the better
    we become stronger, more resilient and durable, soulful and artistic
    and then even a concrete-ee and freeway-ee LA may become more merciful and lovable
    as you get to know yourself better all the time, SUCH time…
    the most difficult person to be gotten to know…
    I LOVE LA !

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