[a note, to a certain someone]
if you feel this way
why don't you just leave me?
we could've been done right there and then.
we could've saved each other the hurt.
the endless tears in a pool of oblivion.
as we keep making the same mistakes over and over again.
I know it's my fault.
I know that, I know that.
because I can't deny it.
you're the one all the way across the world
lying in your own tears.
and I sit here, in the same old house
crying into the same illuminated screen.
it could've been so easy.
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mayflies and other oddities
Poetrya peculiar collection of random bits of poetry. thanks for reading, if you are... (skip the collection of poems pls)
