and maybe I'll soon learn that no matter
how much I try to keep them together,
thin strings are bound to break.but until then, I'll romanticize your curt replies,
sugarcoat the glaring silence, daydream of the
times we took for granted, the times we
once shared heartaches and excitementand pretend nothing has changed.
because nothing did... right?
~ weuneigh
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form