Am I too easy?
Is the way that I act too cheesy?
Do I like you or the way you need me?
I guess I can't blame myself
For being blindsided by your true identity; a high class hater, full of caution and danger.
my want to be next to you soaring over logic itself.
I never considered the manipulate side of things.
How quickly "we" were able to come back; no questions asked; should've known I was within the devils grasp.
YOU ARE READING
i can talk here? crazy.
Poetryi've been trying to let go. only seems right to. we simply weren't meant to be, or are we?
