Why are men so complicated?
One moment he's all over me.
The next he doesn't even acknowledge my existence.
He says I'm different.
I'm not like the others.
I'm better.
But I know he pays more attention to others.
I don't want to be different.
I don't want to be better.
I want to be like the others.
This way he will at least talk with me more.
Spend more time with me.
This way he will never get sick of me.
He will never get rid of me.
He will want me to stay.
Because I will be no one to him.
I will be just like everyone else.
But at least he will stay here with me.
And he will never leave me be.
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ghost poetry
Poetryif you're into sad poems , poems about love , poems about life , or just poems in general then you might like this book. i don't expect this to blow up or anything, i honestly just write for fun , and i wanted to post some of the things i wrote , so...
