Did I mention she my was my partner in crime?
Too bad the key word in that sentence is in the past tense.
Did I mention we shared everything unshared detail?
Too bad that 'everything' wasn't love.
She dropped signs that a peacock would significantly induce when it's hungry for love.
She was a Juliet
She was a pillow in those dark nights
She was a good listener
Ohh my dear friends what an exquisite erroneous dream I was living
She wasn't ravenous for my love but eager to dismantle my feelings.
She PRETENDED to be a Juliet
She was a pillow in those dark nights because she was the cause of them
She was a good listener,She used everything I told her against me.
*Tears are pouring from my heart*
How did the love I didn't receive blind me so dearly?
*Blood is pouring out of my eyes*
Sigh.
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Poetic Infusions.
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