My fantasies made me believe that you and I were something else
I forgot the reality of you barely making me feel wanted
It was just me who wanted more
It was just me who hoped for more
It was all just me
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How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
