You ignored the flags I raised and my battle cries of your name.
You saw right through my white lies and still let me wander through the bright night.
Alone.
Disheveled and not someone you could level with now.
Because now all I can remember is how you wanted me,
And now all I can feel is how discarded I can be.
I am the archer, but the bows keep going right through my heart.
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PoetryI write shitty poetry that I love and I upload it sometimes.
