How can you not know how to love, but you love me? That is the question I've asked myself and I still don't know the answer to. It's like when someone says," I love you" I don't know what to say or do, because people have said it before, but they still left.
It hurts to know when someone tells me they will always be there for me but when I needed them the most, they are never there. So, don't. Don't enter my life just to leave!
I hate it, my life is like a cliché story that I don't know the way out of. I run around but I can't seem to find a way out. Then I realize that I can't escape, because I'm living it.
A living nightmare I never seem to wake up from.
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DREADED WORDS // LETTER COLLECTION
PoetryDREADED WORDS 2 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS// LETTER COLLECTION & SAD POETRY "I might be a writer, but you'll always be the words." -Ben Maxfield Cover made on postermywall Rankings #1 in poetry out of 260 K stories 06/ 24/ 2021 #63 in poem out o...
