i have loved you
you won't believe
i have fancied you
not until you leave
i got his letters
i threw his pictures
i called his mother
i cried to my friends
found his letter
it gets more even funnier
i was sane
until i felt the pain
i found his letter
throw it to the fire
chanting he was "a liar"
then i stared on the fire
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sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
