trying 💌 poetry

our story is over

our story is over

why do i still write for you.

i don’t, i can’t, understand.

you picked him, but why. he’s older, uninterested. he’s incapable of loving you like i could.

and yet i’m not able to put down this quill and roll up my parchment. my hand moves as quick as our love did.

our story is over

our story is over

our story is over

no matter how many times i say it, i don’t think it’ll ever be true.

for i will never stop writing for you.

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another excerpt from a different fic i'm writing :)