If you were to ever ask me
How many times I wished for you to come back,
I wouldn't have an answer for you.
Because I don't think I can even count that high
If we're being honest.
But you did come back,
You did.
Just like I had always hoped for.
And now I find myself wishing you away again
Because I feel myself falling back in love with you,
And Its killing me
Again.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.