Well, forget you too, then.
You weren't my favorite mistake.
If anything, you are my least.
I'm glad to see how much I fucking matter to you.
You constantly saying that it was for our best interest.
It was just for yours.
You never stopped liking her.
And you never will.
But while you stay a victim, I won't hear it.
I'll be too busy being free.
YOU ARE READING
Life and Its Discrepancies
PoetryThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
