It's been months since she came,
To the worthless guy's life, retained.
Felt that someting's different, yet not the same.
All he wanted is to be named,
Not to be blamed,
By thee, that was the aim.
And now, after all they've been through,
I feel that im losing you ...
Maybe im too boring,
Joking jerkly.
Been, on her joyless face, trying to draw a smile.
Maybe she was busy,
Flashing back the memories we saved.
Maybe im j'st too clumzy,
Maybe i am the one that shud be blamed.
Maybe im being pesty,
Maybe I am the one who's changed.
Maybe im not int'resting
Her, yet im not even kind.
Maybe im just not perfect,
But ill always care bout you... :)
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PoesiaPsychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they...
