Her dark circles around her eyes
Prove how many nights she spent crying for you
You, who might be with another girl
You, who might hug her
Kiss her, touch her, love her
Love her like the way she wants to be loved
Not by anyone, but you
And it pains her,
For all she wanted is to be loved
And yet her mistake was she loved the stars
And she forgot she's only a rock.
~eris'
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Scintilla
Poetrysomething you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like