I'm looking at my phone like your name is going to pop up, but it has been days since it really has and really thinking about that pains me. A part of me wishes you finally decided to end that toxic cycle with her and that the look you gave me that night really meant as much as I felt it did, but now as the number of days rise since we last spoke, I realize that the part of me that wishes you really cared is a fantasy
-a fantasy that will never come true
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love lost
Poetrysome are about mental health, love, losing someone, someone disappearing. idk these are all over the place. just thoughts wrote down to be honest
