i've grown used to the realization that you're not coming back. there isn't going to be any saving in this story. you're not going to throw rocks at my window and confess your love for me and you're not going to text me at midnight stating that you've made a mistake in rejecting my feelings.
i've grown used to the lump in my throat every time you walk behind me in the hallways or into our calculus class.
i've grown used to you being gone.
it still doesn't change the fact that i've also grown used to crying over you every night like a sad ritual i can't erase.
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love poems.
Poetrythis is a poem book full of poems made by me about life & love. i hope you enjoy! [ all rights to me ]
