My mother try's to console me but it's no use,
When I'm heart broken again over you.
She tries to tell me that it's okay, and tomorrow we can shop the pain away. That she'd buy me a dress for the dance I never wanted to go to anyways. Not without you.
But what she doesn't understand is that I don't want a dress. I didn't want an expensive piece of fabric that I would wear once and grow out of.
I wanted you. I wanted to step into you more than once. I wanted to grow old with you not grow out of you.
I wanted arms that held me and my pieces in place. Not a dress that held my waist.
I wanted someone to make memories with, not something to make memories in.
I wanted your love. I wanted something that couldn't be bought.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
