She could've handed him her heart and he would've said he didn't want it.
He'd drop it on the floor, and like glass, it would shatter into pieces, and he lets her clean up the mess; a way of letting her know he doesn't want her, nor will he ever want her.
She meant nothing to him, but she constantly hoped there was something more, something behind the chaos that laid between them.
You could've seen it from a million miles away, it wouldn't change what all of this was, because it was nothing, and of course what it was not, because it was certainly not love.
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Kissing Suicide
Poetry❝it pulls me in and tells me of the pain I won't need to endure. the pain of loving you and the never ending war.❞ All Rights Reserved 2017 © L.E
