it is 1:49am.
and i am alone.
i feel very lost
in the void
that is my broken home.
and somehow,
it leads me back to you.
i wish you never knew me.
like i knew you.
because it was hard
to stay in love with
you.
but i sometimes wonder
if the pain i felt
was the equivalent of
the pain you felt
just being you.
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
