you tell me you don't know why you fell for her
when she drives you crazy, now you've been talking for an hour
But I forgot about everything you just said
and focused on the words "fell for her"
and it feels as though
you just stabbed my heart with the thorns of my favourite flower.
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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...
