You are losing me again-
Without even trying.
Given your track record,
If I told you I was dying
With one day left
Before being gone entirely,
It would be your last chance
To see the dimples in my smile,
By saying how much you want
A future with me as your wife
Except,
The thought of losing me forever
Does not seem to bother you.
YOU ARE READING
Manic Pixie Dream Girl: An Era ♡ poetry & prose
Poetrypoetry & prose ♡please consider supporting me on patreon (link in bio)- I aim to publish most of my writing for entirely no cost to the reader as best as I can. I believe art is meant to be free to anyone who chooses to consume of it. In a world suc...
