tell me,
do you dread talking to me
as i do?
do you get nervous, flustered
when you see my name
on your phone?
do you get tense
when we accidentally meet in the halls?
do you hate that we settled on being
friends
when we both know
it's over between us
and we're only tearing ourselves
up more than we've already did.
n° 139
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
