Now I see what everyone warned me about
How you can barely take care of yourself
Like keeping a job or a diet or
A fiance
Yet I was still hoping
Maybe they were wrong
All while you kept
Saying all of the right things
To keep me thinking it was real
Until you finally could not
Keep up the facade
Showing how truly ugly you are
By trying to tell
The person you "love"
They deserve to be mistreated
Then ruining your life again
Regretting every moment
We ever spent together
After it was all made into
Nothing
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Manic Pixie Dream Girl: An Era ♡ poetry & prose
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