Laying in bed, thinking of you. Wondering if I should have kissed you like I wanted to.
It's too late now. I wasted all our time I thought we had forever.
Turns out forever translated to never. I lay awake at night wondering about you. If you really meant what you said. You'll love me when I'm dead. I let my mind wonder but it hasn't come back yet.
I blame you for making me forget.
I feel a sense of dread growing in my head.
Is this where everything has led? I find that most the time I wish to chop and hack.
In a dream I kissed you like I wanted to and like I should have but you didn't respond because you shot yourself in the head.
I loved you even when you were dead.
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The Forget Me Nots
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