i'm sorry for not being enough of what you needed me to be / i am sorry that i let myself get the better of me / i wish we could go on the balcony like we imagined we would do and smoke cigarettes / we could toy them in our mouths like rock candy sticks, laughing about how we spelled the name woody / i'm sorry i was so bad that you had to cut me out of your life so rapidly
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This Is Where You Learn to Move On
ПоэзияThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
