"We went to the lake, the lake about only you and I knew,
Now I see you bringing her there.
I wrote you poems there,
You drew portraits.
You completed me,
And now you are the reason I'm broken
And you don't even know about it at all.
It is like I didn't exist ever,
And I don't know why I'm okay with it."
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Poesíawhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
