my sunshine when she left.
you make all things
bloom like the sun
you were that sunshine,
but was a jerk when she left you
and in the end,
i was the one who
got hurt because i let you
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Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
my sunshine when she left
my sunshine when she left.
you make all things
bloom like the sun
you were that sunshine,
but was a jerk when she left you
and in the end,
i was the one who
got hurt because i let you
