"You sure know how to drop that guillotine on me
Though you would never wanna see me bleed
I'll just wipe off my neck, then leave you in between
You sure know how to kill me"
ella
i don't want the lies or you trying to make things up
you wouldn't have even considered this
if something big didn't happen
what happened
what gave way, my precious friend
because noone drops that quick
after all those times we shared
the laughs, if they were real
the precious moments, if they were real
the "intimate" moments we shared, if they were real
the comforts of eachother, if they were real
my charm and charisma, if they were real
you would have wanted to talk before departing
you would have thought it over more than a few days
but no, i suppose the grass is always greener
the improvements i made
the way i built myself up
the care i took in trying to be there
you wouldn't have thrown it away
i know you, my friend
if it was real at all
tell me what else happened
reaching out, lost in the citadel
look inside yourself to answer the question i have:
why did you do it?
why did you stop loving me?
you say romantic love is indescernable from platonic
but i know different
my friend
what changed?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
