I lay in bed at night and feel bad for you because all the girls you cheated on me with didn't work out. I know how much you loved them. And I was your last choice. I feel bad for you. I wish you didn't have to pick me because they didn't pick you.
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The Words We Never Said
PoetrySecrets, sex, and sadness. Lonely, love, and lies. The poetry love story of two teenagers in a abusive relationship. Fighting for love and lust not knowing if they are the next romantic comedy or tragic story.
