Teach me how to unlove you because I end up falling every time I lean in your direction. I want to let you go, but your pull is too magnetic.
You're stuck in my head like a headache I can't shake, and yet for some unknown reason, I choose to face the pain rather than take my medicine.
I swear every time that's it's the last time, but you hit up my phone, and I always end up responding.
You did a hex on my heart, and now my better judgment has gone missing.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
