Everytime i tell myself i need to chill with you, i end up back in this position, fawning over you hopelessly, and i don't even know why, maybe it's because you give it back sometimes, the flirt, the coy, i have so little joy that i give myself and so i try to get it anywhere that i can, but okay, that's enough now, you've pushed the bottom barrel far enough, leave before it gets embarrassing, before it breaks your heart.
I need to take a break from thinking, my mind is always on go, i need to pause and just do within the moment, maybe this doesn't make much sense, but i get it.
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Until she was happy
PoesiaHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
