poetry 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
and let me ask you, one final time now: did you really love me? tell me, from the bottom of your blackened heart did you really, truly, love me? did you mean every single i love you that was said? did you mean everything you cheered me up with? or, more likely did you say things just to get through and get me off of your back about it? even your laughs seem fake to me now sad that i couldn't tell the real thing from a half hearted impression you were putting on
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i want to tell you that this symbol meant a lot this gesture was something i can't even begin to forget making this for me showed you really cared, atleast partially for my cause. you really cared but you had to stop caring at some point because you didn't try, you didn't attempt things you just gave up without a trace of effort and that's so sad to me losing interest in someone so close to you and evermore i scream "why did it happen?"
