God, Damn It, I Still Want You
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I swear you're the only person who could ever make feel so dead and so alive at the same time.
I still remember the secret you told me that only your close friends know. I still keep it to this day. And I still hate it that you would still do that.
And even now when I asked you if you have held another girl's hand, and you avoid the question.
I instantly knew the answer as much as I didn't want my mind to assume things and blindly judge.
The secret you told me, you avoided the question too, until you gave up and finally came clean.
I know. I would know it when you avoid the questions. You would know that I would know it. Yet you still put up a pretence.
As perfect as my eyes see you, and as many flaws as I've discovered, in the end they won't matter.
And God, damn it, I still want you.
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Midnight Thoughts ✔
Poetry"Writing can heal us too." ㅡ Midnight Thoughts is a collection of poems, real life conversations, fictional stuff, unsent letters, and most importantly, thoughts. This is for the ones who haveㅡ ...had their hearts broken. ...gone through bad breakup...
