love is like
when you forget to water
your plant
and it slowly begins to wither
Because you and him had began to slowly wither.
the leaves start to crumple,
because he crumpled your heart.
the plants get over watered,
which is the sympathy you got
when he was gone.
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obsessed with halseys 'is there somewhere' right now tbh
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
