She's your world, but she's never there. You need to know if she loves you? Okay, sure. Prepared to see the reality? You're not. Nobody's prepared, but it's okay. Let me present to you.
She's allergic to buttercups, so I sprinkle their petals onto the cupcakes I baked. Surely she would cry, react... she wouldn't lie to you.
Surprise, she's still okay. A lie. You want to know why? Oh precious, she was never telling you. It was all her stupid pretence. You still believe in love?
Poor girl, you're broken beyond repair. This is the real loss, your common sense. She never cared about you, it took cupcakes. You think that it's a baseless accusation sweetie? This isn't about the cupcakes.
© Sincerely, ♡ - March 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoesíaThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
