Do it to me.
Whatever you want.
Love.
Unlove.
A coffee,
Make yourself one too.
Or make your bed,
And we'll unmake it.
Do us.
One favor,
Please.
Or a hiding place,
And we play that no one will find us,
Never.
Do it to them,
Show them how much I love you.
Or how little you love me.
Or how much you promise
But never deliver.
They will believe you,
Believe me,
I did.
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Could've been poetic
PoezjaYou are not likely to find any love stories with a happily-ever-after ending here, Here are fragments of quotidian life in poetry format. Here are verses made out of wineglasses and sorrowful souls. Here are band-aids for the heart. Here are the rec...
