It's 12am & I lay in my bed, shaking with chocked sobs, muffled cries, empty promises & a deep ache in my very being.
I try to convince myself that it was for the best, that i would've suffered more if i stayed but the truth is, I'm too selfish to accept the reality of you being with someone that isn't me.
Tell me, was it easy to let me go? To watch me leave like I never meant anything to you?
- Juliette♡
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100 Weeks To Get Over You
PoetryShe loves him. He loved her. That's the sad part, the past tense in that sentence.
