To everyone I'm over you, to everyone your nothing but a fragment of the past. To me you are, but deep down i know I'm not and i wish i was, i really do. I have friends who treat me like you never did. It's weird how so in love with me you were but i know now that maybe you really weren't. It's weird how they aren't you. It sounds obsessive how I'm still loving you while they are loving me, But every time i think about the day when those words left your finger tips I knew that you maybe didn't love me at all and just wanted someone to make you feel better about yourself. I feel stupid thinking about all the times you told me you "you love me" and how you "will never let me go". I know now it wasn't true. But now I truely hate the way I don't hate you not even a little bit, not even at all.
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Poetryjust some things I think about and poems :) I'm not a pro, these are just things I've written for fun. some of these poems might be triggering so if there is a trigger warning sign please be mindful of your well-being and mental health.
