Sometimes I feel like life would be easier if my feelings for you died.
I don't enjoy staying up when you don't reply
imagining the million things you could be doing right now.
Or the horrific things this world could have done to you.
I worry.
I over think.
Now I'm anxious and scratching at the walls because the image of you in bed with someone has made me physically sick.
So maybe if the love just disappeared.So would the sickness.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoesíaPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
