he was such a good boyfriend.
he held my hand in public and met my parents.
he kissed my cheek and took me out.
he treated me with so much respect.
he talked to his friends about me all the time.
he was such a genuine soul.
i should have been able to love him
just as much as he loved me.
he was the perfect boyfriend.
what's wrong with me?
why can't i love him?
'he' was not a 'she'
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poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
