I always said that i only wanted you to be happy. Even without me. But its 4am and im re-reading that letter you gave me months ago and i dont want that anymore.
How pathetic is it, to be jealous of a stranger who gets to see your smile? Because i am.
This undeniable feeling logged in the back of my throat brings tears to my eyes. I shouldn't cry. I shouldn't be sad. I should be happy for you.
You're happy.
I should be happy.
I should be happy.
I should be happy.
Im not happy.
[Hella old poem]
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Metanoia
Poetry"YOU LEFT BRUISES I CANNOT ERASE WITH FOUNDATION THIS TIME" These are just really shitty old poems tbh But i hope you guys are well c: © [Ranked #467 || poetry] [[Completed]]
