Maybe I like you, Maybe I don't
Or maybe I love you
Maybe I love the forbidden thought of finally having the one thing I truly desire
Or is it the desire of delving deeper and deeper into the unknown slowly suffocating in an endless ocean that threatens to engulf me.
Maybe I just love hearing the acid-like words spew from your mouth as you reject me every time
Or maybe I just love seeing us fall into the same routine and seeing your lips form those delicious heart-wrenching words ready to break my heart yet again
Maybe in my mind this is our own sick way of being together, Maybe this is the only way we'll ever be together
Maybe I like it this way
Maybe this is how it will always be, Or maybe this is the only way of getting something I cant and will never have YOU.
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Book Of The Troubled
Poetry"For who could understand such a beautifully twisted mind". Dive into the the mind of a Troubled Teen *Suggestions and criticism is welcomed but please no hate and/or hurtful comments THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK SO PLEASE NO COPYING OF ANY SORTS...
