When I die one day,
It will be a broken heart that does the trick.
Alone for so long,
Immeasurably tired,
Wandering forever.
You will wonder,
"How could this happen?
She seemed so well!"
I am too kind to show you my pain.
You do not deserve to feel it too.
It is mine to bear, and mine alone.
You will mourn my passing
With your love beside you,
Wondering how this could have happened.
Look beside you, your love chose you.
No love ever chose me.
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A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry, random writings, things that word vomit from my brain when I'm feeling all the feelings.
