When you've left
I lay awake and pray for your misery
wretch that i am
for i cannot muster the love
which i know i aught
all i can manage is the selfish wish
that it is I alone who will make you happy
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Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love
PoetryThe first year of being married to the only boy whose smile made my stomach flutter.
Work Trips
When you've left
I lay awake and pray for your misery
wretch that i am
for i cannot muster the love
which i know i aught
all i can manage is the selfish wish
that it is I alone who will make you happy