A poem about the sad side of love

How am I supposed to live?
asked herself. She is
not as strong as used to be
nay she's sorrowful
altough she's still living wisely

Letting him go
or seeing him with
someone else makes her upset
thus survival is intricate

Joy is now a privilege
acerbity is the one that left
moving on seems silliness.
'ereby I finish my lines
since everything is changeless

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[whispereversolightly]

I like the format. I am so sorry. Sometimes we all have to go through hurt. Very well expressed and written.