Maybe I want to much
Maybe I desire such unreasonable things
And unattainable goals
And unruly standards
So I lower them because I am being selfish
I am making myself unlovable
I am expecting too much
I am asking for a lot
I make excuses because it is my fault
It is my fault
It is my fault
It is my fault
I did this to myself
now I sit here, alone and broken
And realize that I never even wanted that much in the first place
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
