how naïve.
how stupid to ever think she could grasp the love she wishes for,
over and over again.
how stupid of her,
to think he truly did love her.
what a stupid girl,
thinking it was true love.
but was she stupid?
was she stupid for thinking it was love?
she was so in love with this boy,
she refused to see the red flags he gave her over and over,
yet she refused to see it every single time,
thinking she was wrong,
she was being stupid for thinking this of him.
but was she?
was she a stupid girl,
for being too in love to think of her own self?
for thinking of what she needed?
what a stupid girl,
a few would call her for doing this to herself.
but a few,
would understand exactly why she isn't a stupid girl.
those few has lived through things.
those few are the strong few.
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my lover poets
Romansathe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
