It was a subtle realization, an heartbreaking one - you have up on me. I would never have given up on you, however, as I write this, I wonder - isn't that what I did? But, how can I be with you when you don't want me, when you made your intentions clear, when you've given up on me.
Hey Google, is it healthy or just plain pathetic to write numerous letters to you best girl who gave up on you?
Hey Google, I burnt the letters, but I wish I didn't because writing is how I feel.
Hey Google, I need her to know something, she gave up on me, cemented the idea that I am hard to love, I will not carry the blame alone, I fucked up, but do did she.
Hey Google, what do you do when you find out that you've been mourning a ghost for months?
Hey Google, how long more, please, how long more till it totally fades?
Hey Google, I think I'm done.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
