I just wanted you to care,
To hold me together when I fell apart.
To touch me.
To kiss me more than three times in a row,
Yes I counted.
You never fucking cared about me.
That’s all I wanted.
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
