he's back,
and i don't know how i feel about it
it's not the same,
like how it was
and
i don't think it ever will,
i write,
cause this is how i poor my secrets out
you just have to pay attention
i like you,
but i respect myself to walk away
i think after d,
this was a feeling i never wanted to loose
but,
sometimes space is ok,
it is ok to feel how i feel
what's not ok is treating me like that and taking me for granted
he's back,
yes
but how long will he stay?
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
