I told myself once,
When I thought I was mature and knew enough
That, its fine that I don't get the boy
As long as he gets the right girl
Its kind of poetic
And ironic
And stupid
For I know that that's not fine
That I don't get the boy
For I'm the right girl
Who turned left when he came to find me.
-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