I told myself to forget about you. So, you moved out of my head, but what I didn't realise is, that you'd made a home in my heart instead. Now here you are again, my love, and I miss you like crazy.
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I can't help but be in love with you.
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Hey, do me a favour? Don't come back, because I don't think I can watch you leave again.
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What's the statue of limitations for loving you?
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I swear there's something wrong with me, and it's just getting worse. It's like everything is spiralling out of control. I feel like a passenger in my own life and someone else, some destructive bastard, is driving, and slowly, one by one, is crashing into everything I love and I can't do fuck all about it.
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Confessions of a shitty poet.
PoesiaSome of my poems contain bad language/sensitive issues and therefore I have changed the setting to mature and issue a trigger warning. I am forever updating this book, it will probably never be finished.
