Do you like it when i call myself unatractive?
Do you like it when i gain a new flaw?
Do you like that i go home with tears streaming down my face, in hopes you won't be at school?
You are in love with the thought of me going home and wanting to sleep as soon as i get there because i couldn't bare to stay awake any longer because of the things you told me about myself.
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A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.
