you don't understand the feeling
of my heart fucking dropping to my stomach
simply at the sight of everyone else.
i shouldn't feel this,
because i understand that things happen
but it hurts to see you having so much fun
without me
this isn't sadness
nor is it anger
but fucking jealousy
♡
a/n: sorry this is so sloppy
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for the dead
Poetrywritten for those who have already passed on in their current life. poetry. book 1//finished. © 2017 fckcssndr 6.18.17-1.28.18 cover cresit: cute-lockscreens.tumblr.com
