there is the taste
of jealousy and loneliness
he liked you because you were pretty
but he loved me because i was nice
the pain i get
with all the things i took for granted with you
and here i am looking
looking at all 1,493 of your posts
i can see how he fell in love with you
i can feel myself fall in love with you
how stupid i was
how naive i feel
oh how i wish i didn't still feel
for you
oh how i wish i didn't still care
for you
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesiastatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
