How can you spend so much time telling a girl you love her,
Knowing how many other girls you've said it to?
Did you mean it?
Should I even believe you?
You know you've been played when,
one day you mean everything.
The next, you were just another sin,
Kept hidden in the dark.
That's all I was.
You were in love when we were in your car.
Our hands fit together perfectly.
But our love was just a broken star.
Dared me to kiss you.
We were inches away, anyway.
One kiss turned to two,
Almost into a mistake.
But I knew better than to let myself get played.
Not again.
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Poetry by Luxy Suicidesx
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I wrote, covering several things I've went through in my life. Love, heartbreak, rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, cutting. Poetry is the best form of self expression. And I've been doing it for 5 years. So I guess it's time...
