I want you to tell me what was so wrong with me that you wouldn't date me. I need to know so I won't lose him.
I've come to realize that I had to experience the hell that was loving you without reciprocation in order to find what I truly need. He's perfect for me.
Losing you was horrible, but losing him would be even worse.
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Pinprick
PoetryA collection of short poetry that will pierce the skin, but not slice you open.
