Maybe I'm better off lonely,
been a while since fake romance has sold me.
Whenever we're close, I must back away slowly...
Before they can mould me.
Should feel like bliss, but mine turns out unholy,
loving's nowhere near as they told me.
Everyone says we all have our one and only,
but maybe... Mine is just me.
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Poetry dump
PoetryAll that generates my heart's motions. Thoughts, feelings, emotions.
