I'm up late
Thinking of how I fucked up
Thinking I was what you needed
How can I fix this?
Move on?
Make excuses?
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You're up late
Forgetting who I am
Probably labelling me a "thot"
Not caring to see the person behind the face
You're probably fucking her with your
Spindly hands
And I'm so fucking glad
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5:04 AM
We're two different people
From the same place
Doing different things
Feeling different
And only one of us will make
It out of this crappy place;
And I hope to god it's me darling
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)