I think we were addicted to our sadness.
I think that every time we got a taste of what happiness could be we got scared.
I think we fell in love with being unlovable,
I think we fell in love with pain just so that we could ask it to dance.
I think deep down we liked falling in love with the wrong people.
I think we knew that we were not the kind of people who lived for very long at all.
I think, I think, I think.
I think maybe I think too much.
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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...
