Lyra's/Evan's own poems !

HURT

tw's: jealousy (?)

It hurts to see you with him,
I do know, you guys are not a thing.

The nicknames you made for the two of you,
made my heart split into two.

Like a winter breeze,
I'm struggling with no ease.

Just as hard as rocks,
you know, someone here might seem like a sly fox.

Did you want to hurt me?
I don't think so, no.

Did it hurt me?
I think so, yeah.

ew.