You loved me because we wore the same shade of broken
and our souls mourned the same pain
We were two verses of an unread poem
Two chapters of the same book
Where you soon learned how to hate yourself
And all the reasons that made you love me
Made you hate me too
And well, I didn't like the ending of this book
Maybe one day, we'll find a sequel
Where you'd learn to love yourself the way I love you
Maybe then we'd meet again
And you would love me all the same
After all in this one, we're just two sides of the same coin
Always together and always on different sides.
Never bound to meet.
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Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
