"They say karma makes you fall in love with someone who doesn't love you back, for not loving someone who did. But that wouldn't hurt nearly so much if the person you didn't love and the person who didn't love you were different people. But instead, I find myself in love with someone who used to love me, who doesn't anymore. And now it's too late, we missed our chance. Karma doesn't hand out second chances. I can't just go back and try harder to keep us together. Karma is there to keep the balance, and there are no exceptions. No "wait a minutes." No "just one more chance's." Just giving and receiving, keeping the balance, and there isn't a damn thing to be done except to turn that anger and longing into 2 am poetry with tears staining the pages."
--The girl who should have realized how much he meant to her before she stopped meaning something to him
A/N: wow, re-reading this I'm kinda embarrassed but oh well I'm kinda proud as well 😂 I base my style off of other writers I see around the internet although the content is all mine ❤️ and so is the picture for this chapter, I drew that as well
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Corrupted Lungs
PoetryA collection of drabbles and poetry brought on by listening to old playlists at 2am and thinking about the universe
