Do i post
Stupid shit
All over my story
Waiting for someone to view it?
No?
Maybe.
Okay yes
Its sad
Pathetic
Traumatizing
But oh well
Thats my life
Its depressing
But its mine
And sometimes
I sit on their posts
For minutes
Or maybe hours
And i stare at them
Hoping
Dreaming
Thinking.
Thinking of the unreal
Because im a nobody
And theyre my everybody
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Romantic heartbreak
PoetryThese short poems are made out to the guys who i fell for, they flirted back, and then brutally ripped my heart of and threw it into a paper shredder. They then proceeded to take a mallet, squish it, and then put it into the oven at 350 degrees. But...
